Beautiful Poet
“Awakening in New York”
Curtains forcing their willagainst the wind,children sleep,exchanging dreams withseraphim. The citydrags itself awake onsubway straps; andI, an alarm, awake as arumor of warlie stretching into dawnunasked and unheeded. – Maya Angelou
Housekeeping
We mourn the broken things, chair legs wrenched from their seats, chipped plates, the threadbare clothes. We work the magic of glue, drive the nails, mend the holes. We save what we can, melt small pieces of soap, gather fallen pecans, keep neck bones for soup. Beating rugs against the house, we watch dust, lit…
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