long long ago when i was a god the atacameño people from so. america brought me the spider flowr with th ceibo and cantuta i likd their maize they hoped i wuld grant a rich harvest but my powers are so small just tricks, really very few of their peopl remain no one still speaks the kunza language not since 1930 or so but the flowr survives and maize and their names for villages like calama which means town in the midle of the water they do not remembr me
Concrete Dog:
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I feel your tale
touch my heart
No small trick
for dogs or gods
We buried some
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what was left
around the
outdoor places
where he loved
to walk,
sniff, sit
and bask.
No concrete
dog to mark
these spots
but one
who brings
to mind
the large
and living
present of good.
they do not
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I do.
With fondness,
MamaM
My favorite pets
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Which showed up
Unexpectedly
Out of the blue
Then left me with
(W)holes in my heart
That won't go away
Awaiting still
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return of your
eminence as
more than memory