the heaven of clean linens for Danny here your mother does her work of washing, then hanging the linens on the clothesline. the pillowcases, the sheets dry in the sun, billow in the sailing wind. here everything is clean and warm. she turns to you, hair blowing, takes a clothespin from her happy lips and says a word. in your life, you have tried to remember the word your mother said to you, thought maybe it would have made a difference later on, changed what you became. it doesn’t matter. here you are her boy. she knows nothing else. Bio: Tricia Marcella Cimera is a Midwestern poet with a worldview. Look for her work in these diverse places (some forthcoming): Buddhist Poetry Review,The Ekphrastic Review, Foliate Oak, Failed Haiku, I Am Not A Silent Poet, Mad Swirl, Silver Birch Press, Yellow Chair Review, Wild Plum and elsewhere. She has a micro collection of water-themed poems called THE SEA AND A RIVER on the Origami Poems Project website. Tricia believes there’s no place like her own backyard and has traveled the world (including Graceland). She lives with her husband and family of animals in Illinois / in a town called St. Charles / by a river named Fox.
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