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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




[This is from 2 Januarys ago, for what it's worth.]

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