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NauenThen

Poem of the Week

Starting Again

 

an old woman on parade

wants a glass of ginger ale

everyone turns to see why the drums

changed their rhythm

 

we start again & start anew

she sings above scarred birds

whistles for luck

finds a wind harp & a stone

 

to start with no one's home

one's home

follows like a tree

& a mardi gras beat puts us to sleep

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