If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?




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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.











Saturday, March 5, 2011

Blood Brothers

photo by: Tess Kincaid
We split the last of the Lemonheads
at the river's bank
and pricked our fingertips
with a sewing needle -
too young, then, for pocket knives.

We were suddenly brothers.
And I've wondered,
many times,
driving through the California groves that grew up between us,
if it was just you,
or all of Iowa
flowing in my blood.
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5 comments:

  1. HelenMarch 5, 2011 at 10:03 AM

    Steven,
    This is one of my all time favorites .. well worth waiting for!

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  2. Steven CainMarch 5, 2011 at 11:54 AM

    Thank you, Helen.

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  3. Tess KincaidMarch 6, 2011 at 7:21 AM

    Wow-oh-wow. I am so looking forward to reading your Magpie offerings. This piece really struck a chord with me. Brilliant.

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  4. stephanie claraMarch 6, 2011 at 11:08 AM

    very beautiful

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  5. AnonymousMarch 7, 2011 at 5:20 PM

    Please feel free to share 1 to 3 poems with our potluck poetry today, first time participants could use old poems or poems unrelated to our theme, Thanks..
    Happy Monday!

    love your blog, your poetry is impressive!

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