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d.1
—
she takes up
another stone
places it on her bent
shoulder, stoops forward
a little more to balance
the weight. always
she is doing this
inexplicable thing—
bearing others’ burdens.
one thing i know
for certain—she
is a better person
than i.
my shoulders are
too thin—
wretchedly
horribly thin—
to do what she does.
—
when i try to analyze
the difference
between us
my only conclusion
is that she knows how to
love
much better than i.
—
GJK, 20FEB05
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d.2
—
she takes up
another stone
her shoulder sinking
her frame straining forward
to balance the weight.
she is always doing this,
bearing burdens for others.
she carries so much
that does not belong to her
laboring faithfully
often thanklessly
and i am mystified
by her tenacity.
—
under such a weight
i would stagger
topple
fall broken
to the ground.
—
GJK, 23FEB05
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poems by GJK 