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Year Six

The horizon rebuffed
our hopes.

She stopped going outside.
Her bedroom blinds

became tourniquets
tightening light to slits.

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The Skaters

At the rink, they whoosh, these little bundled
Beings, their scarves graffitiing the air
My daughter weaving among them, her long legs
Pumping, the bright pink kitty earmuffs, a blur

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Work

The workmen over and above the fence
fit bricks, lift mortar, slap it accurately
in place. Guilty by sitting idle, I
imagine they envy my luxury
of doing nothing until I remember

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