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When she peed on the rug
though you walked her so many times
in 26-degree air
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When you were impatient
used mean words
When you felt so sorry
for yourself
When all the asking
for help for food for attention
sucked out all you knew of God
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Don’t erase
the holy darkness before dawn
under waning starlight
the promise of the day
resting in warm flannels
the hawk’s grace and cry
geese invisible overhead
inked permanently
on the heart
hi Kim. Just wondering how you two are getting on. I love your poetry but don’t always understand it. Keep writing and keeping on.
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Thank you, Judith, for being such a faithful reader. Maybe it’s not important to understand if the feeling tone is there. All good wishes, K.
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