“Revolution” by Sarah Chang ’18
After “Revolution” by Blas Falconer
Cherimoya trees disperse at the edge
of ruta panamericana, clamor for shadow
under a whitewashed sky. They seem to stand
fierce and proud, filling the spaces
between the scrawling hand of revolutionaries behind them,
leaves heavy and strong. We slept
there, cold moonlight laced with cherimoya and fear.
Here we stand again, it seems,
years later, battalions of sickly sweet fruit dotting
the road, you in your worn-soft moccasins and bead-braided hair,
crooning battle cries and logistics, as if to live
something secretly special, unknown to the rest.
You stand to welcome winds from the east, to greet
at dawn in the hills, chestnut hair breezed to the side,
black eyes ablaze. I’ll stand with you
until there’s nothing left to forget.
sick frooty Srah!!
Wow thanks