There is a Word in My Belly



There is a word in my belly

That is chewing at me.

When water birds glide over head

They have the word in their silent beaks.


There is an emotion beyond the wire fence

So vast I think it is the motion of distance.


I look for the coloured flag of silk

To mark where my children will be.


The rain on my page is the milk from a mood of solitude.

Pinning red ribbons to memories of my mother.



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