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(28 April, 1950 - / Detroit, Michigan)

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Poem For Maya

Dipping our bread in oil tins
we talked of morning peeling
open our rooms to a moment
of almonds, olives and wind
when we did not yet know what we were.
The days in Mallorca were alike:
footprints down goat-paths
from the beds we had left,
at night the stars locked to darkness.
At that time we were learning
to dance, take our clothes
in our fingers and open
ourselves to their hands.
The veranera was with us.
For a month the almond trees bloomed,
their droppings the delicate silks
we removed when each time a touch
took us closer to the window where
we whispered yes, there on the intricate
balconies of breath, overlooking
the rest of our lives.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003


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  • Chimdalu Ubaka (4/13/2012 9:08:00 AM)

    Scenic presentation... My childhood memories...

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  • Ahmad Shiddiqi (9/17/2009 6:08:00 AM)

    exotic and flexible. keep writing! ! !

  • Bill Costley (6/14/2009 11:34:00 AM)

    My daughter is named Maya.

  • Gregory Collins (4/2/2008 4:58:00 AM)

    the belearic islands, where the rich and trendty get drunk and even piss themelves

  • Andrew Fincham (10/25/2006 5:10:00 AM)

    Beautiful.

    Thank you very much.

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