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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

another river

It is the Smith;
no, the Chetna
I am at the shore
the edge of things
the trees call my name
they whisper softly to me
rocking my cradle
the first notes of a parental voice
I ever heard sounded like
the hum of tree frogs
and I am at once sad, angry and
alone, again.

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