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	<title>Woodpecker</title>
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		<title>waiting for the timer</title>
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		<description>  Mother made cookies 

as the old man and the boy laughed

at the way the bugs all dance

on the glassy smooth of the water

after sunset. 



She laid them out on a rack

to cool enough to eat

and waited to call them in.



She basked for a moment

in the scent of warm sugar 

then put on the kettle.



She could hear the boys

talking about rhythm

and the music of life

all around them. 



She hoped the boy would remember 

this night, when life grows more complicated. </description>
		<dc:creator>Stephan Anstey</dc:creator>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2011 05:51:30 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>holding on</title>
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		<description>  Mother eases up behind father

both her arms rising under his

she lifts herself

just a little to the back of his neck

starts to kiss him

as they watch the boy

and the grandfather 

sleep with their heads tight together

lost in a conversation of snores. </description>
		<dc:creator>Stephan Anstey</dc:creator>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2011 05:03:04 GMT</pubDate>
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