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My Poetry and Commentary on Life

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Grace

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March 1, 1995
The bric-a-brac almost stays
intact; porcelain roses crack.
The dancer’s form’s not the dance.
Beneath our patterns; ice
on windows; the mythology

of stars: a truth emerges.

(from “My Book of Changes”, 1994-1995

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