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Zion Road
Next month they will ban/ adoptions by people like/ me. I already
adopted mine, cuttings/ from other homes: lemon balm,/ tulsi, moringa. From outside: blue pea,/ jackfruit, a zigzag shimmers/ with olive sunbird song. Why was outside/ homelessness? I've measured too/ little the danger of roofs. Chiku, grey/ fig I've rehomed, meaning I/ cast the seedlings as pilings lifting a/ shelter beyond collapse/ (by the longkang field they each slow-died)/ meaning days were dry faces,/ nights cold as a sting, the hours between I/ got home when I should have left/ with water, earth, child. By Jason Wee QLRS Vol. 21 No. 3 Jul 2022_____
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