Village

The war decimated the village. There are only old women and children, and a few men too sick to do anything.

T

We disappear at the bottom of the garden. The tree wall protects us from the sun. We whisper and stay forever. They came and look thorugh the house. They took the maid with them.
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 Our sister, clothed in black, motionles in her chair, took too many pills. Mother said it was just one of those things. Father that the maid went through his papers and needed a fright. Our sister tears roll.

D

I dream in languages I don't know

I desire the breeze of faraway places

I sit under the mango tree singing of foreign soils

Blind to the sun

Scattered

I dream

H

Our bones rattle and the heart is heavy

We wait for her, we need her music

From time to time the breeze lightens

We think we can hear her breathing behind us

Hope just hope