by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Brandishing a torch
past portals
of diamond-paned
stained glass
the usual trappings
stretching to infinity
feeling cold and cavernous
contrasted by sandblasting
in equally spare sleeping areas
dressed in baggy T's
and frayed jeans
as viewed through
curiously circuitous
porthole windows
facing out while waving off baggers with twigs and branches
in terrariums as a business plan
for plantsmen taking their chances
starting from scratch
with prairie grasses
pressed against glass...
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