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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>THE QUICK BRUISE AND RUN Of LOVE by Marjorie Evasco</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(for Mary Ann & Marc) <br>I.<br>Summer twilight slices into two<br>Halves of a sweet cantaloupe; <br>At table, the speckled stargazer<br>Opens its fragrant petals windward; <br>At my foot, our old cat dreams.<br>Nothing here betrays the grace<br>We speak of at each meal, together<br>Or alone. Today, while one of us<br>Sits under the tamarinds, <br>And another wades the golden river, <br>I alone sit at table, a mother<br>Attending to the core of fruit<br>Cleaving to the knife, the fuchsia<br>Flower sundered by summer’s heat, <br>The cat purring its ninth life away.<br>II.<br>Yesterday night after dinner, we told<br>An old story, pausing at a part<br>We did not love but could not<br>Gnaw off. It is your hurt fathered<br>Into child’s shape, vulnerable<br>To faithlessness. As the story twists<br>In the telling, you speak of a new-<br>Born child, whose limbs could break<br>Or neck snap. were one of you to hold<br>The tender heels and swing against a wall.<br>We need to put this story right.<br>III.<br>Long, long ago on a fevered night, <br>A mother sat by her child’s bed, <br>Damp cloth soothing flame of forehead, <br>Limbs. in her vigil she vowed<br>On pain of death, to beg the life<br>Or health back into those cheeks.<br>The fever broke, she held her kind<br>And knew the gods had ears.<br>Son, Daughter, take this story-child<br>With care. In the curve of your arms<br>Your father’s fruit survives the fall, <br>Becomes your bruised but living grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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Summer twilight slices into two
Halves of a sweet cantaloupe; 
At table, the speckled stargazer
Opens its fragrant petals windward; 
At my foot, our old cat dreams.
Nothing here betrays the grace
We speak of at each meal,..."></div>
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