Poems, poetry
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The meaning of the word

To focus
The chemistry of congregation

Negative reflections of
Snow kept gates

And gangrene feet
Ripped clothes

And rat feasts
The deprivation of 

my grandmother
And her loved ones

The near-loss of a society
A culture

My husband remembers 

the first sweet thing
That caught on his tongue,

One thin foil-wrapped sheet of
Wrigley’s gum,

That he traded
For with one his father’s cigarettes

The scolding
Was worth it,

To realize the world wasn’t
All gray & is only half


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