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Another Valediction for MorningHe was missing one arm and had a prosthetic.
and had a prosthetic. It was summer, and he
skin were skin-colored patches reflecting light
This was an ordinary day, in an ordinary grocery
had come up again for both this man and me —
hurtled toward morning and made it, risen on
exceptional. When my cart was full, I stood in
the food looking bored, the young man at the bag
the man, he was at the self-check out, cursing hard,
like a lighthouse on a dark shore. Another day
in my chest burst open, like a grape against my
Copyright 2006 by Laura McCullough
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Laura writes: