Painting a Past 1983
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This is dedicated to my grandmother Anne Beatrice Cooke. My father's mother. She loved how her initials were ABC, since she was a 4th grade school teacher.
Tonight, my grandmother composes the meal.
As the stew mists, she is like a wife-talking and
dancing with the dinner as an old friend and advisor.
She courts spices with new steps and song, then
suddenly, she spins towards me in her spell and
says, “Life is first separated, then put back together.”
Candles glow on the table, which are both
the moon and the sun, caught together with
amber flames and cool opal receptive wax.
The plates are empty clocks, but once filled
with food, each bite becomes a second of her.
Her knowledge and her sights of the world.
I am now a silver cup, overflowing with life.
From her permanence, I shall saturate all
with my poetry from memories of the family tree.
January 21st 1996
From Chapbook Songs From Stars
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