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83Eighty-three

When the rims of your lips have met
For a moment and forever

And the trees in your yard seem to bring

Only the dark from your irises

Do not fret for your loneliness.

Do not the trees release
Air for you to breathe?

Gulp it in. Why do you cry

For the loss of the sty in your eye?

The better for you not to sin.

When the rims of your lips have met
For a moment and forever

And the trees in your yard seem to bring

Only the dark from your irises
Fret, rather, for the emptiness

Of those who would release

Their own air

      For all to breathe.

Friday, November 2, 2001
10 am - 12:20 pm

© Mila D. Aguilar

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83Eighty Three

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A Thousand Ears
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