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from: "Danger: New Man"

At night I soften,
plot to fill your rooms
with orchids, roses—more
with blossoming flame
trees, jacarandas, flamboyans,
hide in the shadows
silently lift the roof
watch you and the moonlight
stroke the blooms.

Mora, Pat. “Danger: New Man.” Borders. Arte Publico Press, 1986, p. 66.

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