Monday, May 2, 2016

9 toward the Omer

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In loving memory of my grandmother, Sylvia Greenfield Moses,
whose love remains a blessing through all harsh times


Walking, I stew in constrictions created only by myself,
escape through love, see pink petals littering the car

next to the car where my love sits waiting

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