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In an instant
across the millennia
that separate our species
she flies into my blue eyes
and I into the green depth of her soul.

Four inches long
eyes barely open
abandoned by her mother,
we found her
in a rusty shed out back,
searched the Spanish language
and found her name gamin
gah-MEEN, street urchin.

Her new mother
rousing herself at 3:00am,
nursed her drop by drop
and loved her by heart
while I slept.

I know not why
she made me her soul mate.
But when one night,
gripped by the black terror
of a forgotten abuse,
I bolted from the bed
and she cried for me
from another room,
I knew we belonged to each other.

And now 14 years later
as she begins to free
the small emerald of her life,
it is I who is lost and poor
in the beggarly streets of grief.

09/10/2003

Posted on 09/10/2003
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