SPECIAL AWARD, FIRST-TIME ENTRANT:

SUNRISE PANTOUM WITH A SHRINKING SISTER

Everything looks bigger in the winter:
the bus more full with the inflated body
of coats, hats that grow heads taller than hair.
Beautiful stacks of snow pushed aside liberates

the bus more full with the inflated body
I still carry. Even the smoke looks
beautiful. Like stacks of snow pushed aside. Liberate
the memory of hills she and I sledded together

that I still carry. Even the smoke looks
ordinary in the camera's lens. I try to capture
the memory of hills we sledded together,
even the pink streaking strands of clouds

ordinary in the camera's lens. I try to capture,
but everything is always yellowed here-
even the pink streaking strands of clouds.
Sometimes people tell me I look lighter now,

but everything is always yellowed here-
on coats, hats that grow heads taller than hair.
Sometimes people tell me I look lighter now,
but everything looks bigger in the winter.

Crystal Stone
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