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  MaryAnn Bennett Rosberg Chicago, IL |
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Amber Tommy and Fetch A ginger tom suns every sill, Dandelions a yard, pennys up the place. An ever-child (nose and toes always in the pink), He has amber eyes that alchemize night with solar displays. He plays every day into Sunday. Benjamin Cat The whole of me outstretched, My ribs Curving up like the trees Barely covered now, My heart beneath Slowing to another rhythm Unknown to wheels, Except those of life-law, I remember him. His heart slowed beneath my hand As I held him for the last time. I saw him conceived, carried, born, summer and die. He will be with the spring bulbs now, Under hope. |
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