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December 26, 2006
by Lisa K. Parsons

Saturday, February 17, 2007
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Long, narrative poem about friendship and
the day after a holiday of pain.

December 26, 2006

As I watch this candle flame, my thoughts
go out to sea, anon, anon, my thoughts go
out to you. The clock's ritual hands sweep
past the parrots on my Key Largo face. A
blue and white patterned cup from Williamsburg long ago, signals my checkered love, the band at the top filling up my badge of courage.

What bell has struck, which flag has flown over poppied fields of yore. Can I dear
friend, make up for years of anger, gossip,
and the cold blank page of a certain note.
Your head turns back and forth, as waves
upon the ocean and I long for your Roman
nose, maybe Jewish, may something else.


As the candle flickers, I glimpse your stockinged foot, so unmistakably Buddha
like. I fight a cold and scorched lips from
scalding, honey-bush tea. This after
Christmas day comes sledding to a close
and I long for turkey and sweet potatoes,
pie and foaming creamy spoons on pumpkin tops.

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Reviewed by Elizabeth Price 8/30/2007
I do wish relationships were not so complex. Great write. Liz



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