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2005-07-17
the sun inside

Up since 5:30.
The day begins grey.
Rain's been rustling leaves for hours.

A bowl of sugar and butter
softens in the kitchen.
Speculaas. K's request.
His 90 yr. old Dutch grandma's recipe.

I listen to them rising.
His amber voice. Her silver giggles.
The rhythm of small feet, pounding fast.

"Where's my family?"

"I right here, mommy!"

She rounds the bend in the stairs,
a beam of blue-eyed light,
the sun inside.

I can't stop kissing her curls.

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