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1 " Putting my hands on.What April couldn't fixWasn't worth the time:Egg shell & dried placentaLight as memory.Patches of fur, feathers,& bits of skin. A nestOf small deaths among anemone.A canopy edged over, shadowplayingThe struggle underneathAs if it never happened "
― Yusef Komunyakaa , Magic City
2 " I stared at a tree against duskTill it was a girlStanding beside a country roadShucking cane with her teeth.She looked up & smiled& waved. Lost in what hurts,In what tasted good, could sheEver learn there's no loveIn sugar? "