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Between Market and Mission
 
“I want to tell you three things,” he says.
 

 

Two months since the last poem
 
Why in the two months since you left
did words leave too?
 

 

My mind hums within
 
My mind hums within
your hour of grace.
 

 

Successions
 
I moved here from Texas
I tunneled a hole through dirt
as a child digs for China
 

 

What I can’t ask
 
Did the pink tulips
bloom on the cat’s grave?