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By Tara Kneale
Reverently I'd ask
how many grains of salt
had gone by grains
since you met me,
how many sleeves I'd tattered
with my tugging.
I'd tell how
it's been proven unto me
that angels visit unawares-
gnomic and in tweed, scribbling
me back into this Production
as a matter of course.
I'd ask you how to keep
my laugh limber, as you have-
giggling, florid, leaping
from your chair.
Tara Kneale is an English teacher at a college
prep school in Jacksonville, Florida. She has been writing for years,
but is only now becoming serious about publishing.
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