I spent a day with my mama at her gallery
| by the Pacific |
| where people laze about |
| and stand amazed |
| at the magnitude |
| clarity |
| and depth |
| of [human] nature |
| sometimes frightening |
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| but always pristine |
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| so as mama |
| sat by her window |
| and did her work |
| i recorded: the evidence |
| light |
| whimsy |
| love |
| discovery |
| . . . and clay jars? |
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| tuvalu we browsed a bit after closing up shop |
| 230 forest ave and ended the day with a bite |
| of chopped seafood salad & sugarcane tenderloin. |



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