Marc Kaiser

A heavy snow has fallen
And the boughs of fir trees lie burdened.
My father stands alone in the cold sunshine.
With a long pole he sets them free
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Willows, like young women,
Seem to bow their heads
And wash their long hair in water.
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Dad when you were in hospital
You would always ask when you could come home
But you couldn't
You were far too ill
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Early Saturday morning in the gray twilight
My baby brother and I
barefooted and in pajamas
On our stomachs
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Sophie Staples
Scottish Irish
a little crazy fiery
but awfully nice
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In the vastness of this country
I could not be further from my love
I stranded on the Pacific Coast
Though beautiful
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