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Moon

We are driving home, Passing New York City, On the right, Out the car window, And it is a skyline, In the sky, Like a line of teeth, And my oldest son Finds it, pointing, Telling his younger brother, Saying┬áthe … Continue reading

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Pronoun

I am sitting in my station wagon, Thinking about pronouns, or how When my husband came home, The men from Afghanistan would Write my husband letters, saying, Come back, How they would ask him, To bring his wife, his children, … Continue reading

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