Poems from Surnrnoner

Your marks on me, like smudges on glass, from a nose and a pair of lips -  yours pressed to mine.   I wipe at the pane, and wipe at the...
In the morning, you wake me,feed me, clothe me, and shuttleme to that place.And leave me.With naps and blocks and other kids.And go...
Though I be not there,in that garden of beautywhere time stands still, In the here and now,I strive for such perfectionThat my children’s...

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