landed immigrant
listen.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
droplets
strip the droplet
of its
sentimental lament
it does not kiss
the pavement
it does not make love
to the soil
the droplet
falls
wets
nourishes
simply
(only a tear
with its salt
can burn)
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