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grandma poem

i saw the first pear
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
softly now the light of day
there is no flock, however watched and tended
white foam flower, red flame flower
a thousand silent years ago
of sun nor stars
i have had one fear in my life
babylon-where i go dreaming
some of the hurts you have cured
within my hand i hold
in halls of sleep you wandered by
day is done

 



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