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"Breathe-in experience, breathe-out Poetry" Muriel Rukeyser
Wednesday, May 1, 2019
Lost Son
She searched for him
in many gardens over time
among weeds and brambles
in overgrown spaces
Through years of not remembering
the first flush of pain
from his arriving
his thriving
our
surviving
"Ellecee"
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