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if I knew what I was trying to say
I could be more specific

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Full Circle

to be 
when the modern age 
hasn't yet ended

behind in these times
so gratefully, gracefully

a gull over water 
arcs in a breeze
deep deafened hurtle 
to drown head-first

in life

one foot 
in front of some other

upon a time,
this silent oath:
I am

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Chapter 1

On The Little Street Behind Main Street Street,
in the house next-door to the house next-door,
lives a young girl.

She is the wonderful daughter 
of the daughter of a wonderful daughter.

As such, she and her grandmother have 
wonderfully much in common.

The little girl lives at 
24 The Little Street Behind Main Street Street.

Her Grandmother lives next-door to the house next-door to the little girl
at 28 The Little Street Behind Main Street Street.

The Grandmother waves to the little girl and her Mother,
and they wave back.

The clothes from the wash that Papa put on the line today
wave like clouds in the morning wind.  These smell naturally 
of meadow. 

Wildflowers grow all over The Little Street Behind Main Street Street, 
because there is less cement here than on The Big Street Which Is Main Street Street.

Flowers love soil, sun, water, good food, clean air, and healthy companions.
All of those can be found on The Little Street Behind Main Street Street.

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For Hon’

I helped an old lady -
planed her stuck-door,
enables her to come and go
as she pleases

To finish the job where the plane does not travel
(at the door-bottom) I needed a rat-bastard file

she knew what they were - 
My late husband called them dose rat bastids
- and where his were

love to 
las abuelas

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And I Will Kiss Her Softly

all of her 
is assembled
there on the lawn

at the foot
of the mausoleum

primrose sways
in a steady breeze 
low in the grass
below where faeries hover

creeped-up between headstones,
a ring of keys to heaven beckons
shadows stark on green ground
in glorious morning

everything in order

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they don't make
strike-strips like
they used to

much harder 
now to kindle

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One From The Heart

I thought she screamed something about Pushkin,
though she lacked any knowledge of Russian literature

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I imagined once I would be here,
as surely as I remember that day 
now, there upon a time yet living

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True Story

I shape my ciabatta with gravity alone,
holding an edge and letting the opposite pole
of the raw-dough hang, just enough, then I invert
the lengthening piece, and repeat

Sensitive hands can feel 
where to hold, how long (and hard) to press,
and when to turn things around 

Allow the form
to find its form

Consider: the unbaked ciabatta 
is alive

Unlike God, I find 
the best bread rises
on the fourth day

Steam to crust,
ashes to dust

and all that lovely leaven
(so close to heaven)
in between

yeasty, earthy, 
airy chew

like life

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I could live with simply quaint,
couldn't you?

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