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The Poetry Of.
Emily Clarice Harriman



Pater Noster

Father
takes
the
choicest
cut.

He
bathes, while
the water's
hot.

Our
tight smiles
are what
he knows

and
he
believes
his garden
grows.





It Bears Repeating

Yes, this is
another one
about birds

for
light bones
and
flight

are all that
matter

some
days.





Changed Menu

When I was
little
there were vittles
mama
cooked up: pancakes
Sunday morning.

Now, I have nothing
but cardboard
tasting
ready mix

or toaster pop
in pre
prepared. No smell of
oil, butter,
bacon, real love
cookin

anywhere

at all.





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