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Visiting Hours – Lew Watts & Tanya McDonald

stolen flowers

for my mother

returned with spit

Lew

 

daffodils

on the highway median

Tanya

 

opening the roof . . .

the wind

the Prozac

Lew

 

after the song

she used to sing

. . . petrichor

Tanya

 

drying my eyes

scent of Dad’s hands

Lew

 

smoky bouquet

of gas station dogs—

buy one get one free

Tanya

 

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