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A DIFFERENT MOURNINGNo mound of dirt was shuffled to top a grave. / There will be no tombstone, no epitaph. / No weeds to pull, lawn to mow, flowers to tend.
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Nov 13, 2011
DISMAL SOLUTIONIn the pet store / My granddaughter squealing / Reaching out her tiny hand
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Nov 13, 2011
WHAT MATTERSEarly September and the leaves are falling, / they crunch beneath my feet / as I walk the dogs through the park.
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Nov 12, 2011
SURFACE OF A RHYMEI hear you pull into the drive and the free spirit / I've exercised all day abruptly folds into itself. / I greet you at the door with a pasted smile,
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Nov 12, 2011
WHAT A SURPRISEWhat a surprise to see you / as I was getting off work. / You stopped by, you said,
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Nov 12, 2011
ARTISTIC LICENSEPerhaps this is the way Picasso got started, / as a baby sitting in a high chair, dumping the / dish and the cup, the fork or spoon to the floor,
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Nov 12, 2011
ALPHABET BOOKFrom the moment I read in my first grade reader, / See Dick run, I couldn’t wait to turn the page / to view the pictures and see what other sorts of
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Nov 12, 2011
THE HOUSES OF BEESYou anticipate the bees’ arrival / with that same wonder lust in / your eyes that a child wears on
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Nov 12, 2011
JUST BEYOND THE SOFTEST SOUNDThe roses on my table appear to be singing, / so sure of themselves and their beauty. / Both proud and arrogant they break into song
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Nov 12, 2011
PUSHING FOR TEXASBefore the actual birth, I tried to convince myself / there could be no room for fear. That in fact, the / only way I was going to get through this and come
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Nov 12, 2011
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