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The Third Day’s Evening


Chicken and herbs and paprika
Boiling water breaking potatoes down 
A spring warbler sings to his love
And my little love, my son my growing man tucks away in our attic room above
His life has cleaved onto my heart, and as he grows and cultivates his own space, pulling away from my own, I see how humans rise and fall and live and learn and become
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