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Number 3 of 3
of English poetry
for my international friends
thin scarves afloat in northern winds
caught in its grasp, twitching to escape
blue baby eyes peeking from a cradle
an ongoing investigation on outside life
a tiny creature boldly shakes my hand
on the borders of what we imagine to be here
wearing bright yellow ponchos whenever we go outside
lowering the cap to feel raindrops on our heads
rotating on the spot with outstretched arms
reaching for the sky, intercepting strangers
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