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Nov 2011
I.  Commute

Crumbled red leaves
car edging past the sign
eager to be gone.

Someday I will have
an office with a window.

II. Cubicle

My little walls
a speckled grey nothing
like the crow’s egg;
only high up
one rectangular pane.

III. Communion

At day’s end, light
kindles and burns along
her soft, copper hair.
James Ciriaco
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