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                       Hoa Nguyen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

      Old that remembers my hospitality
the old part of the part
(or should you be
big blue to me?) Waste life or a love

She points like my mother in doorways
like my Canadian sky pale
like I am hung now a 4 upon

Walk on oatmeal in the foyer her favorite story
without the letter u in there

You can be the bringer of cakes
You can be a bringer

She said, “It’s OK tears are healing”
(back to river

                     back to sea)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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