during the night
my dreams
make powerful poems
dimensions of shadow and memory
open up
dead ancestors
lie in their graves in plain sight
dear lost friends
who have buried our friendship
laugh
with my mother
who is just there
between realms
of friendship and death
the earth is freshly turned
all night
the digging
the turning
continues
by dawn a whole new body
has been born
and I have stepped into
a new day
— Lorena
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