Monday, January 29, 2007

The Eiffel Tower Poem

the
night
does odd
things like baking
me a cake with my favourite
frosting or taking me bunging jumping
from the top of the Eiffel Tower on a Wednesday
or making me chocolate cookies with walnuts
and pecans the kind that my aunt Alma
made with her bare hands and
a dough board in the
summer kitchen
in the house
she lived
in

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