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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418238" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see Senora Sanchez<br>along the river.<br>Black catfish<br>pop the silver<br>water surface,<br>waves unroll<br>as the gnarled<br>bronze face and<br>black eyes <br>remember <br>cool sea shells<br>and warm turquoise,<br>the turkey gobbling<br>behind bushes, <br>and the red skirt<br>hanging on boughs<br>as she bathed….<br>She pulls her black sweater<br>snug around her, folded arms<br>across her stomach.<br>She who remembers<br>cannot say amen<br>but smiles to sunrise<br>as she walks through the grass,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nb sp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbs p;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp ;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the tall,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbs p;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp ;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;green grass,<br>grass that does not listen to<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;& nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&n bsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nb sp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the priest<br>in black robes, blooms green<br>as she walks through the grass<br>and talks with them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jimmy+Santiago+Baca">Jimmy Santiago Baca</a><div class=q>
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along the river.
Black catfish
pop the silver
water surface,
waves unroll
as the gnarled
bronze face and
black eyes 
remember 
cool sea shells
and warm turquoise,
the turkey gobbling
behind bushes, 
and the red skirt
hanging o..."></div>
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