6.20.2006

poem #20

"two poems"

1. in the last throes of the fight,
he says, again and again.
but where, oh where, is the end?
is it almost in sight?

2. i stare at her and tell
you, we've really got her,
now, our smiling daughter.
i turn, leaning in to your hairsmell.

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