“It’s been weeks. / It’s been months. It’s been seasons.” https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2026/04/27/spring-comes-and-i-finally-throw-out-the-last-flowers-i-bought-you-ariel-francisco-poem?utm_campaign=dhvoante&utm_content=%3Cmedia_url%3E&utm_medium=social&utm_source=voante
