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Sonnets

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A SONNET A child’s tapestry, I remember I doused it with gasoline, Burned it—ashes meant to be forgiven; Under the forgiveness growled remorse

Sonnets

A SONNET Here, my father (not) died on a Sunday, On a day I can remember , longing ; We lived lives of fire and plenty , sadly — Loving—it was a sin…

Sonnets

A SONNET Mother, of course, it begins with Mother; I was the first-born there; Intertw ined , inter mingled, our tree, hazy, Difficult to bear, face…