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 Nov 2014 Rex Mathew Mathew
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as fragile
as a songbird -

her hands

knotted and spotted
from many winters


november came one last time -
i held her hands in mine - gently

- gently, she flew away
to where songbirds go
when it's cold in the mountains.

r ~ 11/18/14
For my mother, Betty Taylor Richardson (8/9/1935 - 11/18/2013).
Giant blue alligator
in the night sky,
white teeth gleaming
like
sharp moons.
Chomp, chomp, chomping
everything in its path.
Big teeth grab onto the things
we hold close:
Love, laughter, life.
All gone.
Oh, alligator,
haven't you eaten
Enough?

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