Monday, June 8, 2009

The Kitchen Table

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The mother pushes a rolling pin
over a mound of dough
in that tiny kitchen
warmer than the rest of the house.

Pale winter light
sifts through the window
while her boy draws with his finger
in the flour dusted on the table
a city with its walls,
the paths of nomads
wandering endless plains.

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