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…lyrics I can’t recall. I feel you singinglike a mighty river, pouring your music on me like touch.At dusk, I plant these yellowed vines, dressedin ribbons of fear and yarns of remembrancebeneath the cold black loam, this winter’s only wealth.There, in this ground, our seasons will compost.I want you to see me, calmed, my heart wrappedaround these roots as I graft our family’s tender tr…
Kristie Darling
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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This is exquisite. I just love this poem!
J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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