Thursday, March 10, 2022

coming back in years

linked as casually as a road
hissing between this city and the next
then linking onward to the next and the next


alone we are born and in tears

then relate to mother, grandmother, another

extend our miniature bodies with immense hope


and always love--growing ever greater,

even greater than life--we may never speak

again, yet our echoes surrender new conversations


Nicole MacPherson said...

This is beautiful, Maya.

maya said...

Thank you, Nicole <3

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