They’re
planting
trees
in dusty fields
where their mothers
and fathers
once soiled their feet
two women
wear
flowered
scarves
on their heads
bend
and
dig
with their hands:
fleshy shovels
holding the earth,
tilling the soil,
digging passages
like human veins:
calling their ancestors
beneath
the
ground
to send us prayers,
to chant
the ancient songs.
Copyright Tina Demirdjian
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