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Line-a-day Poem
Dribble wets her hands.
April 27, 2011
Dosing, she breathes well: no pain.
April 26, 2011
She is ninety-three.
April 25, 2011
What becomes you? Must I choose?
April 24, 2011
or loathing: In wood? In stone?
April 23, 2011
sacrilege, homage
April 22, 2011
To sculpt as worship or as
April 21, 2011
I turn Picasso.
April 20, 2011
onto stone-cold April earth.
April 19, 2011
A eulogy of snow falls
April 18, 2011
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