Dear Exile

by Mai Der Vang

Read by Emma Rye

Never step back    Never a last
Scent of plumeria

When my parents left
You knew it was for good

It’s a herd of horses never
To reclaim their    steppes

You became a moth hanging
Down from the sun

Old river    Calling to my mother
Kept spilling out of her lungs

Ridgeline vista closed
Into the locket of their gaze

It’s the Siberian crane
Forbidden    to fly back after winter

You marbled my father’s face
Floated him as stone over the sea

Further    Every minute
Emptying his child years to the land

You crawled back in your bomb

It’s when the banyan must leave
Relearn to cathedral its roots

 

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