by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
A light rain
sprinkles us
stopped
breathing
the dust
not wanting
to look up
upon following
instructions
from the front
while learning nothing
by quieting hungry
stomachs at dusk
turning sultry
in the bright sun
becoming divided
into companies
terribly funny
and in no hurry
like relative comfort
when changing
the subject
of what must be done...
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