Cecilia woloch poems about friendship

How do people stay true to each other?
When I think of my parents all those years
in the unmade bed of their marriage, not ever
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Didn't I stand there once,
white-knuckled, gripping the just-lit taper,
swearing I'd never go back?

Cecilia woloch poems about friendship and love

And hadn't you kissed the rain from my mouth?
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My mother sleeps with the Bible open on her pillow;
she reads herself to sleep and wakens startled.
She listens for her heart: each breath is shallow.

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Cecilia woloch poems about friendship

I watched him swinging the pick in the sun,
breaking the concrete steps into chunks of rock,
and the rocks into dust,
and the dust into earth again.
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So few birds I know by name—
bluejay, cardinal, sparrow, crow,
pigeon and pigeon and pigeon again.
This morning I woke to the thump
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All the quick children have gone inside, called
by their mothers to hurry-up-wash-your-hands
honey-dinner's-getting-cold, just-wait-till-your-father-gets-home-
and only the slow children out on the lawns, marking off