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Poetry | January 2011

Mother’s Day at the Blackjack Table

By Elizabeth Swados

Every spring I
Tear myself out by the roots
Even if the wind
Turns me into separate seeds
I’ll grow only to be
Torn out again.
Torn out again.
And replanted.
Loss grows until
Loss itself is lost.
Then there is double nothing.
Hit me.

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