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MONDAY, 1975

Cold bed,
rain smears the window,
breathes the blue room gray.
He slipped out of my sleep again.

Monday
hangs washed diapers on the wind,
runs in the backyard exorcising energies
till Paul accepts a nap,
Ann succumbs to a belly of milk,
I gulp my ration of silence!

unless it rains.

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