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he asks me about my father the pond steams rim to rim he tugs at his beard the cold tickles i can’t breathe among shadows he says I was a petal once scarred by stings and rain-pierced who are you he whispers his fingers pass through my ribs not there I say nor here.

sweeping foliage in the grumbling sky the wind


Alegria Imperial

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