"we came in this world together
legs wrapped around each other
my cheek against my sister's
we were born like tangled vine..."My Sisters Tiny Hands
"falling snow spun above the road
winding through the dark woods
where my pick-up stalled
falling snow hissing through the air..."Stalled
"the giant of Illinois
died from a blister on his toe
after walking all day throughthe first winter's snow
throwing bits of stale breadto the last speckled doves..."|
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