Another Morning Poem
the thing you most long for
and the thing you most fear
the same, God
she is a bird
winging above the autostrade
a road in Italy that curves
into heaven
the smell of mint
recalls childhood
shadows on a wall
grandmother is visiting
already a ghost
she brings pennies
she lands on your ear like a moth
leaving dust
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Thursday, May 27, 2010
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