The Innisfree Poetry Journal
www.innisfreepoetry.org

by Laurie Hurvitz


HOW TO MARCH

Other girls trudged through snow
in summer sandals,

their roadside footprints ghostly,
lost sisters, aunts, mothers.

Irma wore ski boots.
Her father insisted.

The survivors are dying.

Dirt and dust, the echo
of earth against pine

linking all
the grave site lines.

She stands at the lectern:
Optimism is our obligation.

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