Triolet March wings in, feather-blustery, a cobalt kiss, dressed in scattering sequins.  My shivering bones stretch toward faintest sun, a fragile wish. March wings in, frenzy-bedecked, a cobalt kiss, ushering clatter and concord, a feinting bliss. Frozen ponds, leaves clamor – even the stones – when March wings in, gloried, a cobalt kiss, trumpeting wings to waken our shivering bones. Jane Hilberry and Anne Marie Kelley Jane (jhilberry@coloradocollege.edu) made this poem entirely of words stolen from poems by Anne Marie (anne.kelley@coloradocollege.edu).