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Margaret Chula
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chattering squirrels split open the chestnut burrs first chill my sister calls again and asks for money open window and the scent of Nantucket roses suddenly I am ten again feeling burdened by all my possessions a gust of wind blows through the wind chimes skinny dipping in the Gihon River on the summer solstice jangle of bracelets my quickening heart father-in-law who taught me how to sail now asks me the word for the place where horses sleep tempted to try it he loves me he loves me not my hand reaches out toward the white daisy
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