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I was born with a pocketful
of change that doesn't change:
Inside each cell, the same
twist, rich with the loss
of change that was exchanged
for muscle made of lace,
twisted, rich with loss:
Now unto generations
replicate muscle of lace,
strands red as war
passed on to generations,
mother to soldier-son
in pairs of mistaken chains:
Inside my son, the same
change: lace, red war, all
born again, his pockets full.
Barbara Seaman is a freelance writer and editor of The Spiral Notebook, a newsletter for professionals and patients interested in rare genetic disorders. Her stories, articles and poems appear in an eclectic mix of mainstream and literary journals, such as JAMA, Modern Maturity and Spoon River Poetry Review. Ms. Seaman recently received the Ezra Pound Poetry Award for her book-length poetry manuscript, Night Harvest.
Ross T. Smart is an artist and world traveler living in Michigan with his supergenius wife Jackie. When they are not busy avoiding pickpockets in Africa, they can be found taunting waterfowl in Ann Arbor.
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