Whisper
I didn't know
I was in prison
till I looked out
the small round windows
and saw you whispering stars
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How long have I been here
up to my neck in sunshine
splashing across my bed
On this street
nothing reminds me
of my children
Here I am
trying to give up
and you keep blossoming
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Joy Ladin
Family
Persea Books, 2024
