Monoprints
By JoEllen Moldoff

I heard a rap at the door.
There it was, suspended
like a do-not-disturb sign.
Mother’s old portable turned up last night.
She is becoming
more beautiful each day
like ripening fruit.
The yellows, oranges,
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