We Grieved |
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| Then we had supper | |||
| After we ate we took up grieving again | |||
| Who brought you offal and called it sweet | |||
| Who bore you blue and called it red | |||
| Who brought the broken bowl | |||
| Brought you a starling and called it a dove | |||
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| previously published in Seneca Review v. xxiii, no. 2, Fall 2003 |
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| © Lacy Schutz, 2003 |