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Poetry

Please be advised that snow globes are not allowed through the security check point.                                                           —LaGuardia Airport sign

at nightmy mother bathed me in a white tubscrubbed me with white soaprubbed me in a white towelhugged and plugged meinto pajamas and the white sheets

Muskrat—Wazhashk, small whiskered swimmer, you, a fluid arrow crossing waterways with the simple determination of one who has dived purple deep into mythic quest.
Ricing moon  when poling arms groan like autumn winds through white pine. Old rhythms find the hands bend and pound the rice, rice kernels falling falling onto wooden ribs 
Why should it happen that the smallest  zig-zagging black cricket one stick leg raised— a musician’s baton, holds and then releases the same song

Drop my children off at another parent’s house

To free up time to drive aimlessly, listening to

FM radio, waiting for a song that I feel deeply

To make it fair, we’ll need to wearthe same number or articlesof clothing and decide whethersocks count as one or two and ifrings and watches count at all.

"Always stirfrom left to right,"my mother saidmoving the wooden spoonthrough the chocolate pudding.

After allGrandma stirredfrom left to right.

While Cardinal Swanson flareshis satin sleeves on high to let flythe word of God, the little bird,swift and sweet as a stolen kiss,having lost its way in, seekinga way out, tries flying

In the window, hung on fishing line, three prismed crystal globescatch and refract whatever rays dive down between apartment blocks:kaleidoscoping stars of rose, blue, saffron light dance crazily

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