Clare Peppler

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My son forgot he could not swim, then emerged tall as laughter, hidden as the lesson in a song. He forgot how to tie his shoes then learned how to draw a face and tie it to a string and run far off into the place only he could go. I chased him but he just grew larger. For a week he became a carpenter, hammering filled my heart. My heart went to the hardware store and bought all the napping spatulas.
You Are Here: Poetry in the Natural World
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