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Poem	Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking in the dark. My mother dreams by the open window. On the drainboard the gray roast humps untouched, the oven bangs its iron jaws, but it's over. Before her on the table set for so many her glass of fire goes out. The childish photographs, the letters and cards scatter at last. The dead burn alone toward dawn.
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