B(l)oom
Dreams never end
Even a crater can hold,
can only assume bloom; latch-key
country, the tendrils of it’s sorrow
clench return, adorning, diaspora,
in retrieval of the salt in footsteps,
a direction of gone toward ‘a sense
of arrival’ [1] to the deep lacerations of
home,
Yaqui we named hospitable,
Yoeme we meant eviscerated,
it’s as if our missiles do meet flesh huh,
our missiles seem to know always
the cypress hill, thoughtless abandon of school
where craters aught to be,
yes, this failure of our bombs,
walls that come to Gaza’s children in dreams,
affronts ruination, ours to give,
a glass door replaces the lock,
a forage from brown corpses,
our flowers and forests,
our terror formation.
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[1] Browne, Kevin Adonis, A Sense of Arrival (2025)
“Dreams Never End,” original poetry collection, coming soon.
Poetry In My Own Time, Volume II (2024–2026) coming soon to Lulu.
Original poetry and artwork by Diego Zavala-Morineau (ZAVANEAU 2026)
