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Peter & Karen

My son floats grand dreams on the lake

of his heart as I do, too. One day he says

he’ll make a pot of money enough to

move me and her mother too to

California where both our arms

will reach around grandchildren

who will no doubt be extraordinary

like their parents. Now I hear a

titmouse calling Peter Peter Peter

reminding me that next week

she and he will once again

be miles and then oceans away.

Until next time. Next time.

I sip these hours and days slowly.

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