Thursday, January 7, 2010

Waiting To Rise Comments

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I can feel the dough beneath my fingers
press into the crevices of my hand.
I knead and pound, the way my mother did
and my grandmother before her,
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Lauren Erimita
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Fred Babbin 07 January 2010

Nice poem. Quiet and nice.

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Fred Babbin 07 January 2010

Another nice poem. Quiet and nice.

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