from under the belly of the bridge
I arrive like wonder
like a wound
flickering like prayer or heartbeat
remembered, returned,
and restitute
surely, it must be true that others
too, climbed language like
a promised land
anticipatory story
my mother is old, my father older the hopes in my heart older too I will them to come back daily the way every day shows the way every day ...
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