HOW I WRITE Poem by Tsitsi Jaji

HOW I WRITE



For Rachel Ellis Neyra, poet
Now, I see that
my wilderness
is our field,
and I call
my neighbor
to plough it
with me. Our
hoes dig deep.

Our harvest spills
over into something
an awful lot
like hope.

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