Dar a Luz
For P.W. Nguyen
15 December 2020
Michelle Hall Kells
Through wooly gaze
we stand waiting,
Your birth, as mothers walk
beneath winter
cottonwoods, and
the wave of
white cranes—a canopy—
beats, softly
a thousand wings.
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