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Mother Reflected
by Clara Leonor Cruz-St. John
before she left She opened all the windows all the doors to let the wild Sept ember windblow through the house
wood frames, huge panes of glass like angled mirrors painful glass like armored mirrors
so when I step outside to call her name I know already that she is not there
but for a moment from the corner of my eye I think I see her weary face in my black sweater reflected in three windows and a door |
Photo Credit: Gloria Garcia |
DRAFT: This module has unpublished changes.
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