On an estate built like a concrete maze
a mother whose children are lost
tends to her garden fenced in by metal bars.
Her whole body moves with singing
as though the spirit, desperate in its flesh,
would jump right out into the earth if it could.
She sings with a voice that could coax life out of a stone
her softness bellows through cement,
through brick and iron walls
and her neighbours, though lost in her language,
they understand her song.
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