My grandmother traded in her ticket for two.
From where we sat, we had a good view.
What did we see? The white and the black,
dancing divinity.
Poems of my fathers draw near
- Gisella Perezarce
- Pasadena, California, United States
- Inspired by the poems of my great-grandfather, grandmother, and my father, my sister and I continue to write. This is a simple offering of mine.
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