Sometimes Life Gets Its Act Together
by Joan Payne Kincaid
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They came out yesterday
for her to be thirty nine
again again again
the little boys quick
to run with the Doberman
attic to cellar
all of us on a stroll in March
silver dark atmospherics
under balmy full moon
inter-relating everything
each other coming and going
flowers and gifts,
smoked salmon, vodka and cake
molto benissimo quite Ibsen
or Shaw but actually more Felini
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