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MONUMENT To my mother.... More of you Is buried in me Than any grave can hold. Who can write on a stone What you etched on my heart? Who would even try To bracket a life With a pair of dates As if the dates mattered? And, "beloved wife and mother", Who can contain you In a pair of titles? No one! But I knew you well, And know you still. So I will live my life As your monument.
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Aching
The Accountant's Soul
Be Strong My Love
Commuting
Cosmology
Cross Pollination
Drawing Lessons
Fig Preserves
Gliding
Grace
Hypothermia
A Long Way South of Now
Manchild
Monument
Mountains
Onion
Oyster S(Hell)
Poetry Juice
Poetry Lessons
Rorschach
Roses in Winter
Salvation
Scrub Pines
Sonogram
Squam Lake
Tristan Drowning