Dorothea Grossman Poems

Among other things,
thanks for explaining
how the generous death
of old trees
...

I allow myself
the luxury of breakfast
(I am no nun, for Christ's sake).
Charmed as I am
...

I have to tell you,
there are times when
the sun strikes me
...

I knew something was wrong
the day I tried to pick up a
small piece of sunlight
and it slithered through my fingers,
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It is not so much that I miss you
as the remembering
which I suppose is a form of missing
except more positive,
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These frail, white widows
who get their hair done weekly
in tight curls,
like little flowers,
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It was your idea
to park and watch the elephants
swaying among the trees
like royalty
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I don't own an exquisite way to move around in the night
—Doug Benezra

It occurs to me that,
when I die,
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