Moko Yromem Poems

the falling of leaves
like a soft stirring of water
in an open air basin
by a nude woman
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no sunset, trees
bent like lavender
kissing the wind - wings
alive with illustrious
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and the streets have emptied.
something has happened.

that was the way she put on her hat,
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the cracked sky blares crooked and the well is dry
there are children in the dust
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She was weeping
the cloth brought back from her face
revealing tears
He, with a handful of sand
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