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grandmother poem

like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
in new york harbor
she might have known it in the earlier spring
three years ago today
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
we break the glass whose sacred wine
braided and woven
the hypocritic days
i know not where

 



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