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Chopping the Grass

January 26th, 2011 by madnana

From my booklet Thoughts From Cahuita.

 

The cutter has come

With roaring splendor

To chop the grass.

No time to talk.

No language to say,

This that is mine,

Is borrowed land.

 

2008

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