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    She Sees / I See

    by Alena Zhang

     

    water crawling beside
                a fresh spill of glitter lava
    silhouettes of spotted embers
                glowing by the hands of the summer sun
    trees painting a cowhide black and white
                darkness erupting to a light
    sending a maelstrom of dragonflies
                jetting across the scorching stream
    and my little sister hears
                but what I don’t feel is
    that grumble of the gravel
                the earth beneath our feet shouting
    and you’d think she would ask me
                “is this normal?”
    but she still has time to learn
                because I’ve seen winters come and go
    and make volcanic mistakes
                one too many times.


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