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