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Waiting between breathing in and breathing out she hears her "what can I get you?" herself clothed in an amber sari indigo teacups strapped to her ankles wheels as she slips among diner tables dervish of waitressing fury at the mouth of the tomb of her buried dreams she casts her bare arms above her draws down the night asks "what can I get you?" ~Barbara Ann O'Leary Barbara has put down roots in a grove of trees by a lake. Her
work has appeared in Aesau, Conspire and KotaPress Poetry Journal. Email. © 2000 by Barbara Ann O'Leary. All Rights Reserved.
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