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10 the minnesota review Helga Kopperl Excavating Pots We are digging in the Colorado, old sun casting copper on the baby's face. My mother's blue skirt moves with singing We are smoking birds' nests loomed with marijuana. Broken vessels rile up in the leather basket, a droplet of my mother's blood flows" on the digging tool. Our baby the colour of Mexican pots coos to the rusty silt fat arms swinging from my mother's hip. The cock crows by rote and struts a flabby cockscomb. his tuberous wattles swing alligator roses near the shadowy water. kopperl 11 The world grows apart. Dark swallows singing. ...

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