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    What the Dead Think

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    by Katherine Riegel

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    Hope will come welling up

    like blood from a cut,

     

    whether you’re ready

    with a tissue or not. The shame

     

    you’ve been carrying

    like a stone in your shoe

     

    for so long, for years,

    will be dislodged. How

     

    do you know? you say.

    My mother died still crying

     

    for her parents to love her.

    You don’t know everything,

     

    least of all what the dead think.

    See that smudge on the horizon,

     

    a cloud of wind and dirt?

    Someone is coming

     

    to bring you precisely

    what you need.

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