Poems from Adela Najarro's TWICE TOLD OVER
Playing around César Vallejo
The day I was born
God conched his mighty roar
into Kruschev’s ear.
Dandelions bloomed yellow,
then white and fell away
countless airborne, and a very young boy
sat down to a bo…
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