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
2 comments:
This is beautiful, Maya.
Thank you, Nicole <3
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