Twenty Tiny Colonies Poem by Eric Raanan Fischman
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Twenty Tiny Colonies
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Caked in
flour; her hands
and hair bagged
for questioning.
Twenty
tiny
colonies of
jam fall down her
apron like plinko
chips down
a polish coat rack.
Not tonight, though.
Tonight,
dressed in Morocco
and Grace;
hair, drawn like
a longbow, like
a half-forgotten dream.
Wednesday, August 6, 2003
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