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gather in the space between Violeta Gutierrez |
voices gather in the space between our houses. they rise in a language foreign to me. and i feel like a spy. like i am prying while trying to catch their escaping gaze and admiring their array of headscarves. their long white beards and the young mens' strong handsome faces and my favorite was that night when i sat at that corner table in front of the western kitchen window in the dark enchanted by the colors of the twilight sky when three saint-like women floated by draped in white glowing violet under street light and their bodies looked like ships whose sails gathered holy wind and the concrete was dark sea and i merely a ghost catching one last vision: women vessel ships violet sea |
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