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Mar 2022
He was 3; issued a blanket,
It too was part of the property.
As I move into this thought
Africa becomes a coast.
I do not know it. Sandy or rock?
My mind moves into the forest,
My heart, into a village.
A toddler clings to the robe covering
The dark skin of her mother.
β€œAfrica” the word is read,
β€œPlace of birth: Africa”.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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