And, speaking of mementos:
I ask my son
what he might like me to get for him
in Vietnam.
"A monkey would be nice,"
he says, and then hugs me,
lifting me off my feet.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
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A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love. A poem, a picture, a rumination.
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