Lee Sittler

Lee Sittler

San Felipe, pt. 1

−Cabezuela del Valle, Spain

Where the chapel overlooks

Our Mother, her warm,

continental bosom one trapped

incarnation of home, lost

between two hills translating

patches of gold, uncompromising green.

In a foreign land, in a tongue-

snared tongue, this is how

you meet someone you’ve known

your whole life—on your way up

these narrow streets, you fall

into little Grandmother's hands;

you recognize something

indistinguishable in her voice

when you greet her the first time.

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