eridani
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Tue Nov-11-08 03:38 AM
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A poem from a firend in California |
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Bellwether
She broke it into tiny pieces and fed me until my cries were quieted, never showing her own distress, though I’d heard her hunger escaping in small cries of passion in the night. You are my wife, she’d said, and will be always, and then another bite of precincts uncounted, absentee ballots, until sleep came for us at last.
Teacher, mother bird, my wife, once the votes were counted, held my sorrow, her own in abeyance, fed small bits of hope called lawsuits and bellwether, protests and idea whose time has come. She the believer, pulling me gently along when my faith in fellowman falters, grief – as ever – my open-mouthed position. Reminding me of the pastor’s joyful words, their power as she smiled upon us, wife and wife. Forever.
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Tue Nov-11-08 11:14 AM
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Thank you for posting. :grouphug: K&R
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