Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Belonging


















here 
there is
no
pen
no paper
no
plate
no fork
no
seasonal
fruit
only
a wild
imagining

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  1. Susan E. GangelDecember 31, 2015 at 4:16 PM

    Constellations 12/10 redux

    Friends around the table in an age-old custom
    A circle of women, a laughing echoed tide
    Every day we sit together, something said again

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