Poem of the week: Grains by Esther Kondo
Briefly

Jewli will go homewhen the maize is ready to harvest to burn burnhe will burn it all on hot coal each corn is a grandmother searching the soil to scratcha hole with the heel of her foot feed the soil two kernels of corn their heels a golden shovelalways in conversation with all the backbones of all who is us to bring nights when their children& their children will sit around fires adorned with charred gold pinched in saltteeth digging into the stars of good fortune It often happens: we think deeply about our older relatives, our grandparents and maybe great-grandparents, only when it's too late to talk with them and learn from their long memories.
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