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Postcard Poetry 2016

Ellis Island Time Machine

Ellis Island Time
Machine
We agree to pay
the crazy fee
for a fake immigrant
snapshot.
Sue and I,
we know how to
be tourists,
even traveling
through space and time,
thinking
maybe this really could
be a
portal into history
or at...

Ellis Island Time
Machine

We agree to pay
the crazy fee
for a fake immigrant
snapshot.

Sue and I,
we know how to
be tourists,
even traveling
through space and time,
thinking
maybe this really could
be a
portal into history
or at least
imagination.

Maybe I’ll find
out if Grandma was right
when she said
her family did come over
on the Cauliflower.

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Fourth Clarinet

FOURTH CLARINET

In Junior High Band,
near-sighted and gangly,
I played fourth clarinet,
pretty much all one note.

I didn’t know where to put my feet
or my gaze, didn’t know nuthin’
except life had to get better
because out of my sight,
stars were shining, writing, painting,
singing, sailing, climbing, running,
laughing, dancing, flying,
and calling me on on on.

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Post Secrets

POST SECRETS

I don’t remember my mom ever
skating but I remember her
complaining about having once
had ugly dark brown skates.
Ah, the perils of being the youngest
child — hand-me-down skates,
designed for hockey, not for
flair, style, flash, or twirling
under ice rink lights
or a diamond-studded December sky.

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DEBBIE ON A TRIKE

Second oldest among our batch
of local cousins, Debbie was
the one we did adore and
watch to learn those
girlie things like
how to hold kittens (not),
polish our nails,
walk like a lady,
and learn to
keep secrets.

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Magic Kitchen

MAGIC KITCHEN

Seriously, I do not know
what went on in that kitchen
when I was not at home, so
tulips may well have flourished
there, springing fully bloomed
from cups of Red Rose Tea,
Sanka, Swiss Miss Cocoa,
and heaping plates of
whoopie pies.

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Forever Young

FOREVER YOUNG

She was one of those friends
you know will be there forever.

And so she is
in dreams, in songs, in memories.

She was one of those friends
you know will be there forever.

Whenever you start to imagine
you are all alone,
remember a rainy day,
a photo booth,
pizza,
and a grape (soda).

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