Morning stream
Violet sky
olive streets
the rain dancers
rocked back & forth
hands waving in the sky
water drops squeezed from the cotton sky
the city tropics
unscrunch
and open
like the chest of grand ballet dancer
pushed into the sky
while the 100 degree burned
are coy in their re-greening
the rest of us cradle inside
hiding for a few
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- Maryam
- I am a curious adventurer born in Nashville raised by my Iranian parents, 9 aunts & uncles, with seven cousins and one sister. I have lived several lives in my 32 years. Its been a privileged, adventurous, wondrous experience.
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