The poem, I’ve always felt, is an opportunity for me to create an integrated whole from so many broken shards
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Thursday, June 3, 2010
Brontosaurus
By Kimiko Hahn
I keep writing about dinosaurs.
they lumber across the planet,
swim in the warm currents of the sea
and play all afternoon.
They have to be home by five.
I miss them.
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