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Two Poems


My Grown-up Granddaughter Asks

The Ganges at dusk?

Machu Picchu at dawn?

Dear, I am happiest

listening to Grandma

sing off-key

in the tub.

Kitchen Table, 7:13 A.M.

Instead of the front page

I look out the window.

Two hemlocks,

Japanese maple,

and a jay

have something to say.

Headlines of their own.


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