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SUMMATION for Hanna, 18
by
michelle miller

 

Some hours more than others tell us
we are barely who we used to be.

Some days, we must reach for stars
just to get to the mailbox.

When she said, much of the best poetry has come
from those exiled from their native land,

I thought, if only briefly,
a woman’s native land is love.

What you will need when you leave me:
an umbrella because it rains,

and a small bud vase for the crocuses
that will, but not always, surprise you.

--Submitted by mrae2333 on 2011-08-20.
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