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Etcetera My sister is

Etcetera My sister is coffee, iced Aunt is the same only hot Mother is milky tea in yellow cups from Hungary Father is Sunday dinner Older sister is absolved From eating sweet potatoes Brothers are dessert ice-cream fifty cents a quart kept firm on dry ice Food feeds memories of long ago and far away served by women who weren’t allowed to sit with us.

A Song to Catch the Sun The years suspend like prisms in my mind stained glass against a window pane They take and break my memories reflect a hundred rainbow days upon the walls of womb and home I feel again your life within my own and sway beneath the pattern of your dance How swiftly rhythms seem to change from babe to girl to woman I give you all my love to fold around your lonely days until my dearest dear the one who waits will ride the rainbow down

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