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cast my graduation picture into the rain—
watched as the glass shattered under the stars
and the frame dislodge itself from my face,
as if to say, “At last.”


Winter 2004

by s./j. goldner

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Comments (4)

that says a lot about your earlier poem when you found out that you wanted to be a poet after all.
This poem just hit me so hard - perhaps because I've just had my graduation recently - but more because you capture the breaking away so brilliantly and painfully. I am a huge admirer of your work. All the best, Seán
As a metaphorical throw away it's perfect, but I hope you kept the photo, such memories are prescious indeed. My son missed his altogether yesterday, cus I wasn't there to see him shine. I was gutted. But I see your reasoned response very clearly. Well done. Tai
A breaking free, oh this was sooooo great, I love it! Thankyou Susan Love Duncan X