The Store (For Matthew): by Bonnie Broussard

The written version of this poem has disappeared. Find a reading and a link to other work by this poet below:

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To read or hear more work by Bonnie McClellan-Broussard, click HERE

By bonniemcclellan

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.

1 comment

  1. Bonnie, “The grocer’s broad spade of a hand” triggered memories of my trips with my grandfather into the Italian communities around Trinidad, Colorado. Of course, there were no artichokes or semolina, but the “riddles” we’re there in the conversation. In your words I could picture the six-year-old me listening to the Italian couple quizzing my grandad. A delightful poem and beautiful gift. Lee Elsesser.

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