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December 23, 2017

Morning

December 23, 2017/ Jessica Davis

colobus monkeys crying
in bamboo stands
outside my window
every morning
I remember

thick woodsmoke
carrying sunrise
and the song of tea pickers
passing the day
bent

and I remember
the absolution of sins
bleeding from my knuckles
in the wash basin
of midmorning

boiled chai
and sukuma wiki
“to push the week”
and I remember
we always did

 

 

 

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