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            John Prine’s hello   in there hello   spills from the Free St. Tavern. woman in the print shop doorway asking   gets my bagel.                         another woman exits Starbucks   heels click             her grass-green slacks remind me of sheep & Rosemary whose name I love                         & the herb … Continue reading

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Charm for a DuLac Daughter

                        for Memere – Mamie Virginia Drouin                         nee DuLac (1884-1963) Unfold from seed to wetlands. Taste the won’t of want & let your body – clean cold spring – flood moon-clear pools. Seep. Breathe water. Seek lake’s lull. Fish. Dim wattage. … Continue reading

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