Before I knew that any journey arrives
at its impulse, all the spinning, the tally of miles
becoming, finally, the broken and endless
litany of a man on a corner, reaching
empty-handed and calling for coins
he tucks away like secrets, little passages
not meant to be seen or heard beyond this room.
HOMESCHOOLING MOTHER OF 5, ALL THINGS DOMESTIC, MY CRAZY LIFE
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a roominghouse for the servants of the duende
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