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Poetry

Sharon Doyle
Morning Greeting in New Orleans

My grandmother's grave is concrete,
a box above the ground at the dawn
because water likes to seep inside, I
never understood that and

I wish she wasn't up here,
still like a whole thing
I can talk to.

Someone should
put her away.


 
   







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