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“Poverty’s child
He starts to grind the rice,
And gazes at the moon” — Matsuo Basho
I
there’s a phoenix
among those hapless souls
in the bobbing boat
II
a crocus peeps
breaking unyielding ice sheet
gleefully
III
a street urchin
builds a home with charcoal
on a pavement
IV
her* dream arose
from the dungeon of darkness
she was imprisoned into
*Helen Keller
Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Rising Above
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