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for Cathy
A
few more times around
each day.
she
would ask quietly,
almost tentatively,
so
as not to disturb
the natural order of the universe.
A
few more time around
more seasons, smiles
more chances to recognize,
as if for the first time,
the
little things.
A
few more times around
she
determined
would
be a marvelous thing
little toes & fingers stretching out
big enough to hold a basketball
drive
a car.
A
few more times around
the
sun.
breathing
deeply, determinedly
she
set out her desire
bobbing
on the vibration of the universe
knowing
that
wrinkles will be her most
treasured
things.
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