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In my room over the kitchen
in Barranco, the shadow of incense
curls across the wooden floor
I lean over the kingdom
of my possessions, and just like that
one day
the smoke will stop
A pigeon lands outside my door
and coos coming in and
out of silence
like a life
lit up for a moment
like someone at the mouth of a river
rushing out to sea.
Janine Pommy Vega
--Barranco, Lima, Peru, September 1993
Posted over on Bobby Byrd's site White Panties & Dead Friends
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