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		<title>Back from an MRI and At 80</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2016 14:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Back from an MRI brain scan
I listen to a Miles Davis album
Black Hawk San Francisco 1962
Where a young Latina
And I grooved on the vibes]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>The True Poet</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[the true poet knows words are second to action weaker than blood spilled on the battleground of human rights and dignity the true poet carries the blood of the people in his veins he doesn&#8217;t speak in a rambling dialect but in short sentences he does not require a dictionary to be understood the true &#8230; <p class="link-more"><a href="https://litbreak.com/the-true-poet/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "The True Poet"</span></a></p>]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Woman on the Balcony</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Sep 2016 12:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[two three times a week I see her sitting on the balcony when weather permits here in old Italy town in what is left of North Beach her robe slightly parted she thumbs through the pages of a book, takes no notice of the people coming and going down below she stands stretches with arms &#8230; <p class="link-more"><a href="https://litbreak.com/woman-on-the-balcony/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "Woman on the Balcony"</span></a></p>]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Poem for My First Love</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2016 12:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Seven months into my 80th birthday I slip back in time I&#8217;m driving down highway one where California&#8217;s fertile hills wink at me Giant trees and seashore become one cloud banks ride the horizon like Red Cloud rode the plains in search of the last buffalo Sweet mangos and watermelon wine sweet as cotton candy &#8230; <p class="link-more"><a href="https://litbreak.com/poem-for-my-first-love/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "Poem for My First Love"</span></a></p>]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Thoughts on the California Drought</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2016 12:45:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[sitting here feeling like a used car one part after the other failing me the aroma of fresh brewing coffee wakes my brain cells the drought laughs at the masses teases them with a light drizzle picture of an old lover stares at me from its place on the mantle her smile warm as the &#8230; <p class="link-more"><a href="https://litbreak.com/thoughts-on-the-california-drought/" class="more-link">Continue reading<span class="screen-reader-text"> "Thoughts on the California Drought"</span></a></p>]]></description>
		
		
		
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