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Ongoing, First published Jan 31, 2019
I buried my father in my heart. Now he grows in me, my strange son, My little root who won't drink milk, Little pale foot sunk in unheard-of night, Little clock spring newly wet In the fire,little grape, parent to the future Wine, a son the fruit of his own son, Little father I ransom with my life. Cinquains A cinquain is a five-line poem inspired by Japanese haiku's. There are many different variations of cinquain including American Cinquains, didactic cinquains, reverse cinquains, butterfly cinquains and crown cinquains TreeStrong, TallSwaying, swinging, sighing:):(All Rights Reserved
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