Melissa Goodman Poems

I thought about it while I sat there still-
How infinite the time had seemed as well
In so much abundance is where she fell
It was not long before they took her will.
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The water spins in the washing machine
But besides that, there is no other sound,
In the house, a vapor let out from within
Accumulates in one room, in the center and
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He stacked them up like books, or lined them up
On the shelf, title facing out, stiff, straight
The memories he created, though late
Were for her to have; the lens in close-up
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