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Classic poem of the day

Kashmir shrinks into my mailbox,
my home a neat four by six inches.

I always loved neatness. Now I hold
the half-inch Himalayas in my hand.

This is home. And this the closest
I'll ever be to home. When I return,
the colors won't be so brilliant,
the Jhelum's waters so clean,
so ultramarine. My love
so overexposed.

And my memory will be a little
out of focus, in it
a giant negative, black
and white, still undeveloped.

member poem of the day

                 After "Melbourne" by the Whitlams
If I had three lives, I'd marry you in two.
And the other?  That life over there 
at Starbucks, sitting alone, writing -- a memoir, 
maybe a novel or this poem. 

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