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boy

And he talks. . . He talks like the dove always did.
  He uses words lovely
  like its rain.

  And after
  or even during
  the twilight,
  he stretches out letters
  like they’re sprawling sisters.

  Laying, he listens upclose to light fabric on her dress,
  pressing her warm skin to his curious ear,
  beside her stomache
  and she says boy











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  • March 22, 2006
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    i think this is a very powerful poem.the end leaves the reader surprised because it's abrupt.but that's good as it's short and sweet! Great job!!!