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One Rainy Day
I have not forgotten
The land that raised me upon its rich soil
By a father's hands who mourned and toiled
Fifty years but gone
The enchants of the river sent to sea
To the arrival of sailboats on the dock
To a weary road walked on by barefoot
Stern as not to bleed
I rose with him like an early bird
With garland of rubber bands
That hangs around my neck
Dried mote was still in place
Mucus yo-yoing from nose
Oh! I still see that child of me
On that corner street
Like native Hawaiian
Half naked
Under the rain
poem
by
Efren Petalver Carranza
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