Parataxis

You came.
You saw.
You conquered.

Close to five
centuries after our
supposed discovery—

Close to seventy
some years
after that program
of liberation—

Well?
Those cities
bombed to ash
teem with call
centers and
terrible traffic.

In forest towns
the women begin
all weaving
by planting the eye
of a hurricane
in the middle
of their mats.

Patience
is an analog
virtue. All
who’ve lived
on the margins
practice daily.

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