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Harika Diaz Poem
I prefer to receive my own
Purchased by the clinking of keys and a
Blister forming on the thumb.
I prefer to find my own
Among the twisted branches and bleeding berries.
The coat with the mended sleeve dangles by my head
as we find the sleeping bears above us.
He laughs as his becomes a possum
And mine a mountain top.
Copyright © Harika Diaz | Year Posted 2014
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Harika Diaz Poem
The weight is lifted
and there rests a wooden beam, a bar, a balanced space between
A morning and a night.
A sleeping hand lays exposed on its battered frame
and a body is hidden as
Wisps of hair attempt to run along the field by a winded saddle.
Parts never moving and others never there.
Always able and flirting with waiting here in-between,
while the yellow paint chips stick and scatter on a sleeping cat
you overfeed this morning.
Copyright © Harika Diaz | Year Posted 2014
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