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Art by William B. Burkholder<\/p><\/div>\n

1-24-15<\/strong><\/p>\n

It\u2019s morning and the MLK Branch of the library
\nfeels like home, people interact with books
\nbecome characters in their own lives,
\nage eases on by and I note the difference between
\nme and the rest like a subtraction problem.
\nThose who come before and after teaching
\nme a life lesson in bodies that tell stories of work,
\nharder work and the misery mixed with laughter,
\nmixed with love.<\/p>\n

~ Weems<\/p>\n

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EGGS<\/strong><\/p>\n
Morning’s full bladder pushes me
\ninto the undecided day<\/p>\n
Today is not yet good or empty
\nIt has the potential for emptiness or
\nthe harried rush of makework or
\norganic creativity<\/p>\n
Lately I wake up early,
\nbefore the rooster races the church bell,
\nbefore the peals pace the day
\nand I’m glad I wake up early,
\nthat I can’t wait to be awake<\/p>\n
Before breakfast, I say, Well,
\nwe have two eggs<\/p>\n
Steve asks, Are they going to become
\nour children?<\/p>\n
~ Lady<\/p>\n
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