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Two Tendernesses

 

 

 

while I shovel

and fold clothes and wash

bowls and chop

yellow peppers, all day with both hands

I cradle your heart

 

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while I am walking

you are all around me,

you go on as far as I can see—

I have no stars to offer you,

you hold me, anyway

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