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Post by shayepoet on Oct 16, 2008 2:15:38 GMT 2
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Post by carold on Nov 10, 2008 5:08:32 GMT 2
Her father's dead return
Each night in their primary colors. "Like an elephant on my chest," she tells a friend. "Let him go, forgive." "What kind of advice is that when I owe reparations?"
She gives up meat and fish and fowl, then milk and cheese, even goat cheese. Still they return: two blue elephants, the monkey on this throne, red bird, yellow fish. "They won't forgive me," she says.
She burns sage, stops driving. "Live with them," her mother says. Last night she tried it. The elephants climbed off her chest; her apartment so crowded, stinking of fish, but she can breathe again.
(Carol Dorf)
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evie
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Post by evie on Nov 10, 2008 6:51:59 GMT 2
I love what you did with this, Carol!
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Post by shayepoet on Nov 10, 2008 22:37:14 GMT 2
I loved it too. Living with regret...the poem works for me!
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