* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
You confide in me that you are lonely,
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is