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Recuerdo, Recuerdas, Recordaremos
Recuerdo cuando mis pies tocan la arenacuando los cangrejos me dan cosquillas
Busque los recuerdos y los hallé
En el puesto del sol
Cuando se acuesta por el día
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Mi portóncito
Mi portóncito
My little gate that swings me across the same arc across the tile patio floor;
the cold metal gray bars pressed to my face, hanging on to
Mi portóncito- the one taking me home
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Ruth and Naomi
it takes me
my arms daring to surround you in the comfort of a hand sewn quilt
patched together with culture, stories, memories, love
it takes you
taking hold, not running; letting the tears fall down your face
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How
How do we live
Knowing others cannot?
How do we breathe
Knowing our comfort is at the hands of hidden devastation?
How do we laugh
when all around us Tears seem to be the only logical response?
Loves
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Why us?
It's funny.
It’s really funny.
This is not something that should be in control of the federal government.
And
It’s not.
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Moonrise
The sun sets.
A stunning watercolor effect paints the sky beautiful warm colors.
A last hurrah before disappearing over the horizon.
Then,
there is moonrise.
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Sun-drunk, Cherry-stained
And eating cherries in the morning, I think about Icarus
Young, Golden, Brilliant Boy
So overcome by the freedom
So overcome by the ecstasy of it all
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A Collage of the Horizon
On the horizon is nothing,
But change.
And this is a nothing
That encapsulates
Everything.
Looking to the future,
The sunsets are a cold
green and blue and purple
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Those White High Tops Whose Laces I Never Tie
When I was 12,
My favorite pair of shoes
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