Nana's Dream
Silver wires
sprout from her chest
and sprawl over the floor.
A black stamp is etched
upon her back.
Even so, Jesus
tosses her cares out the window
on tiny scraps of paper.
Nana's Dream #2
The Blessed Mother
just beyond the couch,
smiling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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