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Cottonwoods

By (September 1, 2015) No Comment

 
Maybe the trees will tell you of
water on the plains, pockets

of streams and ditches
and deep taproots

where life can be sustained. Trees
stay in one place

all their lives. They weather
the wind and rain

and blows – stay
in one place, they seem to say,

and others will crush
your breath and body. But

they claw at the sky, still hanging
on the last leaves –

 
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Teow Lim Goh’s debut book of poetry Islanders, on the history of the Angel Island Immigration Station, is forthcoming from Conundrum Press in April 2016. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in PANK, The Toast, Guernica, The Rumpus, and Winter Tangerine Review, among other publications.
 

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