I thought I heard my mom talking outside this morning
but it was two birds at the front door.
Perched on porch banister.
Eyeing my father’s funeral wreath.
Maybe they wanted to nest in the fake flowers
or pay homage.
Why don't you teach? You should teach? When are you going to teach? I've written about this before but it keeps popping up. And eac...
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