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When the poplars stood proud
Keeping watch on the valley
The water’s flow their guide,
Measuring time
The grass blades, unfurling,
Spelt the stories of peoples
Which, like braille, could be read
With palms only
There, by that riverbank
You wrapped each other in song,
Dwelt inside tradition
Sheltered by one.
Here, we stand unsure now
How to wear those strange customs -
Stitching ’til they fit or
Letting them hang?
We wait for rhythm to
Start her count and into steps
Now forgotten, once more
Lead us orphans
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