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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2022 08:01:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>by Ananda Lima </dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Friday Poem]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>you speak to a mountain<br /> by becoming<br /> it your body in her<br /> language of minerals<br /> a whisper a humming<br /> bird’s fluttering wings<br /> since I became<br /> a mother nearly a decade<br /> ago my body<br /> smells like milk<br /> women tend<br /> to live longer but I<br /> selfish as I can be<br /> wish never to be<br /> without you<br /> in the language<br /> of mountains<br /> heavy water<br /> and debris<br /> say <em>The Grand</em><br /> <em>Canyon</em> I am<br /> happy now<br /> now just another<br /> place from here<br /> I can send you this<br /> whenever you are<br /> as easily as a love<br /> letter a postcard<br /> without<br /> a return address</p>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>you speak to a mountain<br />
by becoming<br />
it your body in her<br />
language of minerals<br />
a whisper a humming<br />
bird’s fluttering wings<br />
since I became<br />
a mother nearly a decade<br />
ago my body<br />
smells like milk<br />
women tend<br />
to live longer but I<br />
selfish as I can be<br />
wish never to be<br />
without you<br />
in the language<br />
of mountains<br />
heavy water<br />
and debris<br />
say <em>The Grand</em><br />
<em>Canyon</em> I am<br />
happy now<br />
now just another<br />
place from here<br />
I can send you this<br />
whenever you are<br />
as easily as a love<br />
letter a postcard<br />
without<br />
a return address</p>
<p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://legacy.zocalopublicsquare.org/2022/01/28/ananda-lima/chronicles/poetry/">Postcard</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://legacy.zocalopublicsquare.org">Zócalo Public Square</a>.</p>
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