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Sunday
would not be the same
if I decided to sleep late
and miss Mass.
It would be like telling Jesus,
I’m too busy today to
visit
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Stags felled by hunters
fawns and does scurry in fear
For deep-woods safety
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My cousin/brother/friend
Peppino Castiglione
fed the birds and the cats
abandoned in the streets,
these animals that assembled
on his doorest..
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The heart of this village beats in the cobblestones
baking under a Sicilian sun:
early risers yank the reins of donkeys
clip-clopping hoof by ..
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“There isn’t much to tell,” said the ferryman. “You pay the fare and you ride.”
Edgar scowled. It was not t..
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Long ago, Teddy E. lived in Eden Garden
Where timid animals once frolicked tree to tree
And God was pleased creation formed a world carefree.
N..
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I
reach down
to a rose
in the garden,
red-petaled, fragrant
American Beauty,
and touch its soft velvet skin.
I will not pluck it from its b..
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The boy I was still chases butterflies
In Grandma’s summer garden.
Where I visit there in memory
When life’s too burdensome to bea..
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Satyrical in a sense with my human face,
These animal hooves; or satirical: a way
to poke nasty fun at me. In either case
This love of mine, qua..
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Take freedom for granted?
You will come soon enough to
Rude awakenings of an
Awkward tomorrow when
None of our rights exist,
No one at all is f..
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