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Open Palm Once, with magical thinking, I believed I could hold the world together For everyone I loved With scotchtape, Spit, or glue. As my children believed I could make all come right, So I believed, Not realizing the lie Believe holds inside. I grasped the world, Holding tight, And it slipped from my hand As crushed berries ooze between the fingers Of a clenched fist. Here, world, I pass you like an orange....1 Letting go, Possibilities rest Like water Pooled in the cup Of an open palm. —Patti Capel Swartz 1 Masters, Edgar Lee. "Tomorrow Is My Birthday." This Is My Best. Whit Burnett, Ed. NY: Dial, 1942. 124 ...

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