Genesis
The words made me do it,
the same words that others
mis-interpret, and, by so doing,
take the light out,
the light that woke me up
and out
the window
to the plaza, where the other boys
were playing handball
in the morning cool
before adult responsibility--
the words
sprinkled in my ears
while I was sleeping, curled
around a dream. "Wake up,"
they said. "Now we want to
speak about it."
Joseph Somoza
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