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Serás

As published by Post Journal in May 2020


You are as you have

always been.

Y también eres new.

Tattered secrets and stained colors

your fingers wove into vestments,

donned now into sunlight, frayed edges

glittering like gold.

Your muddied bare feet ran,

stumbled, hurried to stand firm.

You keep la tierra vencida between your

palms, transforming dust into pearls.

You are both grave and garden.

Your fractured pieces yield new life.

Ferns birthed from deaths outgrown spread

like wings behind your back.

You are as you have always been.

Y también eres new.

And should they ask you for your name,

responderás que eres tú.



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