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For this session we close-read the poem January by Nancy Schoenberger, posted below.
The prompt for this session was: Write about what was or what will be.
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January by Nancy Schoenberger Two-faced god, looking fore and aft: Do you really belong to past glories, boredoms, indignities? Impossible to look forward to one's own death so dwell on complaints, pleasures, disappointments. Small things really: the taste of an apple from an orchard abandoned thirty years earlier, when there were apples, there were trees, the disheveled orchard thrumming with yellow jackets. But the January snow has piled up, and even now the boggy cottonwoods litter the hardened yard with detritus, or rich harvest, depending on your point of view, or diet. You weep, Janus! Or is that laughter, though you have no daughters in this, this baleful start to a new beginning, a new life? You seem to be guarding something, brothers. One at each door. Is it the little secret of the new year: that everything waiting for us up ahead will be exactly as it was before?