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Kathleen Flenniken


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Panning for Gold

Every morning you wake
in a raging river
swirling memories
against the pan.
Mother hanging wash.
Swallows at dusk.
Your babies’ sweaty heads
in the crook of your arm.
Brace yourself
in the current,
pan overflowing,
and reach for what
glitters in the roar.