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Until our wounds heal. 1993 (2011)

If the wrought iron stork would fly away,with my wooden dreams,To make a gift to the cellophane fish,Swimming lost in the Mimosa sea.I would cut and crumble the hard red earth,Plant and sit , here, patient,Waiting until our wounds heal.



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