Growing Poem by MARINA GIPPS

Growing

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Son,
you’d better dowse the flame
of your wildfire.
Father,
I cannot forgive
this earth you’ve given me.
And I must fly away
everywhere, but please
do not forget me,
my socks and how my feet
stood still once when you told me
'Yes' then 'No'.
Do you remember?
It gave me myself:
the humming of a hungry bee.

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MARINA GIPPS

MARINA GIPPS

Chicago, Illinois
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