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To my grandmother Adela.
Hurricane of the mountains
a single singing laugh
blowing
through leaves that burst forth
like awakening eyelids.
The teachings of the plants
your education.
Indomitable soul
you sow cocoa seeds
in the clouds
that now rain on me.
Immigrant for years
you swore no mountain range was as delicate as yours.
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