Barbara Talman Biography

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Rural boys growing by cattails and thickets,
wrestling while waiting for the bus.
Towheaded they tumble,
pulling string and rock, comparing prizes of their own.
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Quiet words
in the night,
stepping stones
to reach you.
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I lie alone
at night.
A cocoon of love
wishing for your touch
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Yo, Jesus, Rabbi,
you were a rebel,
a hero, real.
So much courage
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