He came on the day the market smelled of taro and
rain.
My mother said no. My heart said always.
He left before the crabs were cooked.
I still wear red on Thursdays.
From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific
He came on the day the market smelled of taro and
rain.
My mother said no. My heart said always.
He left before the crabs were cooked.
I still wear red on Thursdays.
From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific
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