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- "Piso" in Poetry Cornwall Issue 37:
Piso
A child opens his hands
to receive my coin
A child opens his hands
now emptyA child opens his hands
now still
A child opens his hands
still and empty.
In my hand
a cold coin shines a dull sheen.
- "Summer" in Paper Wasp Winter 2013
Summer
a breeze sways
the chipped garden swing—
our prayersto the three Saints
we dance the pandanggo
sudden rain
kaimito season
the first fruit falls
from our tree
clouds
kapok in full bloom
our unborn child
drought
just a pile of coins
in the well
closing the blinds…
a streak
of dry tears
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