My life is one of the
dip into the swamp of words.
Every morning wakeup
me of summer nights in mist
evaporates into the air again.
July heat wave today
pant in my ear.
The feverish child in bed
sleeps restlessly appeal.
I anxiously
defend my own child.
Mother's worry, it is
second dip into the trap,
I wake up to facilitate the
presence of my children.
Years lubricate my words
stroller, running my tongue
world in different languages.
My brain turning over the words
different languages as they please.
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