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Jul 2020
هر دو بی فرزند هستیم (متفاوت)/we are both childless, differently
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let us not ask each other or god

the why, just how life worked out

and maybe by a choice unconfessed


~

yet we both lie.

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you possess thousands of offspring,

tend to their every need, breast feed

them water, special nutrients, stroking

their leaves, worry about their viruses,

you, dying just, a little, when, one rooted

looks up and says, “I am dying mother,

thank you for your love.”


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my ***** produced two men,

each now, differentially,

lost, lost to me, and daily

privately, in word and wet,

weep my losses, for what

is a man who had children,

but goes down into his grave

gray haired, with none in

attendance to refill the soil

that his grave grayed body

requires to

hide his wasted,

childless

life.
Written by
sundial iris  in the garden of Eden
(in the garden of Eden)   
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