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Rain filled the streets once a year rising a

Rain filled the streets
once a year rising almost
to door and window sills
battering walls and roofs
until it cleaned away the m......

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My brother comes home from work and climbs th

My brother comes home from work
and climbs the stairs to our room.
I can hear the bed groan and his shoes drop
one by one. You can have......

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The last of day gathers in the yellow parlor

The last of day gathers
in the yellow parlor
and drifts like fine dust
across the face of
the gilt framed mirror
I ofien pray......

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She wakens early remembering her father risin

She wakens early remembering
her father rising in the dark
lighting the stove with a match
scraped on the floor. Then measuring
wa......

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Out of burlap sacks out of bearing butter O

Out of burlap sacks out of bearing butter
Out of black bean and wet slate bread
Out of the acids of rage the candor of tar
Out of ......

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