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Archive for November 2006
November 26, 2006 by Melanie Alberts.
assembling
spring rolls in November
layers of warm
colors, lingering tastes—
so why your refusal?
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November 23, 2006 by Melanie Alberts.
sunset
a stolen ribbon around
her neck–
as darkness falls
how you miss her caress
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birthday tanka
November 22, 2006 by Melanie Alberts.
on my first birthday
the world weeps for
its handsome son–
throwing tantrums in my highchair
brings absolutely no one
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November 21, 2006 by Melanie Alberts.
daydream of clouds
over Cypress Creek–
we rise slowly,
covers crumple to the floor
into a world half dark, half light
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cold trio
November 16, 2006 by Melanie Alberts.
November morning–
my son asks why
is the moon smiling?
a branch catches
my hat…
sudden whispers
cold trees–
not enough syrup
on my plate
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November 11, 2006 by Melanie Alberts.
leaves rattle above
and under our feet—
an empty web
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November 10, 2006 by Melanie Alberts.
a D in chemistry
but A+ with the boys—
lighting fires
never felt so good, her blouse
rolled up in the stairwell
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