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I watched from the window

The bleeding anthuriums

The shadows of cottons on the hills

The frothless water and the river rocks crackle

The lizard who’s given up its limb


The limping walking stick

The blades of shrubs

The merciful trees to the nests

I watched the sun play around the yard

As schoolchildren pass by with leisurely haste


The playful footsteps of the sunbeam in the house

The holes where the rats had once been

The crocheted table tops

The cracked flower pots

And the banter of the teapot a-bubbling


I sit where my Granny used to rest near the window

I can hear her sweet words in my ear

She’s gone to a place where it’s always sunny

But for now my heaven is here.


By:  Ruth Mostrales, November 2008

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