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Monday, February 14, 2005

Poneme project - new response

Response to TEXT 137


It is just a pocket handkerchief piece of lawn
But it is upkept diligently gently

I imagine my father’s island lover
On her knees trimming the little

Swords of grass with her nail scissors
And my mother humphing

And turning over in her grave.
The years will bring them together

Flesh to dust and bones to powder.
Lust dies but love remains.

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