many roads
many roads
I no longer travel
more poems in the garden
than I could ever write
rest and read
rest and read
on a rainy day
say the books
by my chair
rereading
rereading
a few poems
and pages
to hear an
author’s voice
different voices
trimming the stems
trimming the stems
of carnations
and giving them
fresh water
October sun
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sometimes when I pray
before a meal, I remember
my grandmother’s prayers
in Swedish, and her voice
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