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***
I
am the dust storm, a roiling, boiling cloud, browned
from
blocking the sun; I gave birth to homelessness -
tumbleweeds,
o..
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I
am a child of the Dust Bowl twice removed
from my
home, reaching, but no hand to hold.
California
coined the..
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At
the edge of poverty,
where
the
Spanish
speaking go
to
work the fields
as
gatherers of cashews,
brown-skinned
men and women..
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If
you'll just give me a minute I can explain.
I
was late getting back to the table.
The
waitress wasn't much of..
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***
The
chickens peck and peck;
the
hard earth remains relentless,
refusing
to release its bounty. Pigs
squeal
when ..
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***
This summer
is abundant in house flies
which
means there are many triers
no
different than we in desire to survive.
..
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***
Cautiously,
I lie down
on
an offered bed of clouds,
wary to
trust, but I am buoyant,
a boat of balsa
in fear ..
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Hugo’s
advice to first think small
I
took seriously and began
with
miniature ideas, tiny people
wearing
litt..
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The seamstress dawn
pins a crimson trim
to
earth's unsewn hem - velvet dress in repose.
Five sparrows rouse and wake a ..
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