Never step back Never a last Scent of plumeria When my parents left You knew it was for good It's a herd of horses never To reclaim their steppes You became a moth hanging Down from the sun Old river Calling to my mother Kept spilling out of her lungs Ridgeline vista closed Into the locket of their gaze It's the Siberian crane Forbidden to fly back after winter You marbled my father's face Floated him as stone over the sea Further Every minute Emptying his child years to the land You crawled back in your bomb It's when the banyan must leave Relearn to cathedral its roots From Afterland, published by Graywolf Press. Copyright © 2017 Mai Der Vang. Used with permission of Graywolf Press. |
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