Tuesday, September 22, 2009

This one's for you/the children of my basket/we've been together so long that it feels like forever

  1. We reached up to the crawl space above the house and found an old shoe/at least two hundred years old/It is this shoe that we carried across the Plains to the new house. We made a fi
    in the back yard and roasted a turkey. Some of you carried the kindling/some blew on the fire/some chopped down a tree in the yard. When the meal was prepared we brought our plates in to the house .,.and sat on the floor/that was the last time we lived together.

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