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Monday, May 31, 2010

Monday Poem: Sunday Dinner (With Grandmother)

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Sunday Dinner
(With Grandmother)

These formal situations.
We sit like disapproval,
Our backs straight as hard chairs.

Hands, an unnecessary indulgence,
Lie defeated and limp in laps
Like the vegetables set out
And accusing on the plates

Our eyes stare deep into,
As though they are pools
Feeding the secret rivers
Escaping underground to the sea.

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