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(poetry diary 137) Back at work after the winter break. Not feeling as depressed as some of my coworkers are, but I’m sure the blehness will hit tomorrow, once the fun of being able to say “Happy New Year!” & catch up on vacation experiences w/friends and acquaintances is over. In the meantime, I’m liking this poem by Sharod Santos.  It takes place during the summer, but even when reading it during winter one can  relate to the way Santos captures the beauty of a moment outside of work & intimates how such moments can sustain one afterwards.

Work
Sherod Santos 
Pushing off on her back out
Into the fishpond’s cold
Archaic glitter, my naked wife
Could not have guessed how