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Catalina

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The day my mother married

Hers, weeped

Futurity of leaving Cuba, gone

She grieved her only child

All efforts to bring her home, futile

Through the years

And under a fleet of angels

I saw myself

Reflected in her

Superbly waiting for motherhood

Incessant fire, love that burns

Like a tower, in me

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    Bill Friday

    You are the tower, the fire, the fuel for it. The ash that comes after. The bird, rising from it, eternal as the flame that gave it life to fly.

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