I had never heard her voice like that.
cracked with sorrow.
a ninth sister
she sings with tears
asks the sky questions
like why did god hide
from the violence, in fear.
everything is green, growing.
the trees flower
the flowers still bloom,
their sweet colors
soothe the sadness.
their contrast pricks.
bitterness softens, again, again.
softens to quiet.
reveals the grief.
hot sun, brown our shoulders.
melt ice in the coffee.
blue sky, backdrop our cigarette smoke.
lean in and listen. to our talks.
we talk of change. of plans. of days.
not said outright,
but we talk of pain.
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