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- My Hakka Grandmother
- If time could unwind for you
- yet still be for me, we would run
- through the fields, feet unbound
- and pummelling the ground towards
- the earth-house. I read about it once:
- its architecture unique to the Hakka people
- in Fuijan. Dwellings like wedding rings
- stacked and interlinked. You would lead me
- through the building’s single gate
- and show me where you slept, above
- the communal granary. It would smell
- of rice husks, like your dark hair
- in the mornings before we’d braid it
- long and sleek. I would speak
- in your tongue, but we would not need
- words. The lines on my palms mirror
- yours almost perfectly. I wonder where
- our bloodline begins We are guest people
- without land or name, moving south and south,
- wild birds seeking a place to call home.
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