Sunday, November 09, 2008

Poem: In the kitchen

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As close to me
as my own breath
were the people I
expected to be with

forever -- she sat, she stood
in the kitchen so familiar
that I didn't even need
to look at her to see her.

In my memory a crumb falls
& the dog is there
brushing my ankles
with a sweet puff of air

& everything taken
beautifully for granted
as an eternal routine
until it ended.

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