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Dish­es washed and dried, Kitchen floor swept three times, Coun­ter­tops pol­ished five, Moth­er rearranges sil­ver­ware, dusts cab­i­nets. Father gets anoth­er cup of cof­fee. “Go on to bed, Martha. If Gabriel toots, it’ll wake you.” But she refolds the dishrag, Looks out the win­dow, up. A … Con­tin­ue read­ing →