You Can Get There

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Remember that time when
we asked for directions,
and the guy at the gas station just said,
“You can’t get there from here.”
But the truth is,
you can get anyplace from anywhere.
You might need a bike, or a space ship,
or some good walking shoes, or five weeks,
but you can get there.
Maybe you just need to get back on the highway
and take a different exit
and ask a different guy for directions.

Moles

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I can wake up in the morning in this house,
at this latitude,
with this family,
at this age,
and open my eyes to see
these two moles
on my arm,
staring back at me,
reminding me that I am still the same person
as the little girl who first noticed them
on my skin.

Blankets

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Across the room, across the hall,
the sun is crossing over all
the blankets crossed across your bed,
the colors, blue and pink and red
and purple, too– the whole gamut.
Quilts from almost every grandma!

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