Tuesday, June 22, 2010

o thing that consoles

how clumsily i thank and fail to thank you
for plans to make dinners together
for the times between darkness and light
for the warmth of unremembered dreams
for the babies that sleep inside our bones
for proud fathers and their growing gardens
for bold bodies of water that tremble at my touch
for kind words, fascination, wonder
for the poetry of list-making
for gratitude

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