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Let\'s go find a field, look at the stars,
this truth a song, a lark, a breathing organ

trenchant in lifting as the amber sun rises
on the south side of our city. Moving past

the outline of window shade, this could be
Singapore when my mom was in her twenties.

The koi fish of some hotel lobby spilling
their whiskers upon the mussed bottom,

feeling for silver coins; outlines of eagles,
wings spread, arrows gathered in talon.

She upstairs, hand focused on rubbing her own
temples, those parts of her face that I have dared

some man to ever kiss with a warranted heart.
I don\'t recall walking thru this Oriental

precious stone beside her, nor do I recall
walking thru some star-drenched field,

a daughter to more than a woman.