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      October 12, 2018Winter’s BluesBro. Yao (Hoke S. Glover III)

      Someone waits all day for a letter
      And when the mail comes it doesn’t
      Someone says I love you and the words
      Fall like snow towards the warm windows
      Of the rich man’s house. They melt when
      They touch, but the touch makes them nothing
      Someone loses their name and walks back
      Through the woods to find it, but the weather
      Has turned the ground white

      from #60 - Summer 2018

      Bro. Yao (Hoke S. Glover III)

      “Last year on Chinese New Year, it snowed in the Western Mountains of Hubei. I left Wuhan and traveled there. This poem was written before then. It captures some part of my journey—we arrive when we arrive, but some of what we experience is already there within us.”