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There was that year
when my mother
turned used ribbons,
thin paper plates
and gold-painted plastic grapes
into a celebration.
Our small family sat
around an old oak table
and made hats
from the strange collection.
How festive it was,
so much more than enough.
Fifty years later
I remember the joy
when we tied those plates
onto our heads.
They were scraps, trash—
the miraculous kind
that needs only love
to make it shine—
scraps like this day, like words,
like ribbons of memory.
 

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While Doing Laundry

this wrinkled yellow candy wrapper
found in the pocket
of your old blue coat

suddenly precious
because once you touched it

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One Late Night

carrying out the trash
this, too,
a holy path

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