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mother daughter poem

when night drifts along the streets of the city
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
afraid no more, i say
and with the humming bird
from our hidden places
at dawn, he said
i went up and down the streets
a thousand silent years ago
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
who will be naming the wind
i am fevered

 



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