laughter and tears seal me
into the silhouette of my mother,
and now seattle tastes
more and more like tomato soup,
except the pot is never empty.
songs, dedication, and endurance
are bubbling in her pot,
steaming the mirror of her memory.
barefoot and hurrying,
i have broken my bowl.
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