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Rae Rose's Writings

Poem
Jan.18.2011
San Diego Poetry Annual, 2010-2011
so I rise as the sun rises,walk into the kitchen,my hand touches my silver kettle,I jump back. Sunlight through a maple treepaints shadows on yellow walls – shadows movingon every cupboard,each wooden spoon,china cups, yes --even the silver kettle,even my own hand. So this is morningin my kitchen, as if you're standing in a beehive.Hundreds of fluttering wings....