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She Recycled
She recycled the flowers as they lay in their beds.
She recycled the gown in which she once wed.
She recycled her food so that others were fed.
She recycled her tires once they lost their tread.
She recycled those thoughts that were stuck in her head
and she wove them in words as they rapidly spread.
They tore thru tendons and sank in sinews, forming a
tincture of rhythm and blues.
Copyright ©
Nancy Kaufman
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