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| © 2012 Amber Schley Iragui |
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| © 2011 Amber Schley Iragui |
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| © 2012 Amber Schley Iragui |
T H E Y E L L O W B O W L
By Rachel Contreni Flynn
If light pours like water
into the kitchen where I sway
with my tired children,
if the rug beneath us
is woven with tough flowers,
and the yellow bowl on the table
rests with the sweet heft
of fruit, the sun-warmed plums,
if my body curves over the babies,
and if I am singing,
then loneliness has lost its shape,
and this quiet is only quiet.
Poem copyright ©2009 by Rachel Contreni Flynn
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