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Summer Lunch

Down at the Pizza Factory you can get a mini pizza for a buck plus a quarter for each topping. Bonnie and I are now old enough to walk to town, pay our own way with baby-sitting cash. Perched at a front table, we watch other kids strut past in high-top Nikes or...
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Ground Cherries

I sit at her table and eat ground cherries she peels their lantern paper skin makes little stacks of pale orange balls She’s almost ninety years old her skin is translucent like the tiny fruits she carefully opens for me If I listen long enough I will know what...
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Digital Watches in the County Landfill

Discarded when their LEDs started to fail and the numbers surfaced only in pieces, a line of floating sticks or hieroglyphs in blocky shorthandlines,        right angles, inverted horseshoes        with luck seeping out into the earth, and though their lenses have...
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Departing is Such Sweet Sorrow

In the parking lot after Romeo and Juliet have killed themselves for love, after the Capulets and Montagues have renounced enmity, we sit stunned in our cars by a greatness of love and loss and traffic before us, cars star-crossed and gridlocked, all angling for the...