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Listening To Helen Caldicott On The Car Radio While Stalled In A Traffic Jam Downtown
September 1998Poetry
Anniversary Of My Father’s Death
For you, Dad, I turn on the ballgame. // It doesn’t matter which game, exactly, / does it? // So familiar, the way you spent the long hours / of your freedom, soaking up the drama, huge / warrior men in combat, lifting themselves / out of the mud
August 1998
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