In my great grandmother's time,
All one needed was a broom
To get to see places
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Of the light in my room:
Its mood swings,
Dark-morning glooms,
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It pains me to see an old woman fret over
A few small coins outside a grocery store -
How swiftly I forget her as my own grief
Finds me again - a friend at death's door
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There was a melon fresh from the garden
So ripe the knife slurped
As it cut it into six slices.
The children were going back to school.
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On the first page of my dreambook
It's always evening
In an occupied country.
Hour before the curfew.
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Grandma laughing on her deathbed.
Eternity, the quiet one, listening in.
Like moths around an oil lamp we were.
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They're waiting to be murdered,
Or evicted. Soon
They expect to have nothing to eat.
In the meantime, they sit.
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They explained to me the bloody bandages
On the floor in the maternity ward in Rochester, N.Y.,
Cured the backache I acquired bowing to my old master,
Made me stop putting thumbtacks round my bed.
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I grew up bent over
a chessboard.
I loved the word endgame.
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In his fear of solitude, he made us.
Fearing eternity, he gave us time.
I hear his white cane thumping
Up and down the hall.
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