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A tip o' the Rock to Marge Saiser for her new collection of poems,
Bones of a Very Fine Hand (Backwaters Press, 1999),
clear-eyed, plainspoken, heart-sure poems of great power.
The dahlias my mother gave me grew too tall
last year, big-limbed, falling over themselves.
This spring I broke them off as I walked by,
their hollow stems
open like small throats,
the first set of leaves hanging like hands
at the ends of a woman's arms
when she says
That's how that is.
from "The Dahlias My Mother Gave Me"
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