Argentine
Woke up today
to chatter in the clouds,
a storm mouthing at my fingers
I was god,
hidden by night
a serpent in a serpents mouth
Work in the a.m.
treading light
thought I’d pieced you back
together from good dreams
Here I am, the gray power
grows in me
silver, argentine,
and I love the outline of my hands
against your absent body.
-Nina Alvarez
Poem of the Month 
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