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Mother

Mother, 
I’ve spent hours now 
searching for myself
in the symmetry of your skin
in the blues and greens of your depths.

I watch the sand dance to your tides,
And see the tannins, 
like tea 
tessellate upon your earthy limbs.
 
I find my feet in the foot holes
of our people,
long gone now
 
and I know 
that this 
is where I belong.

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