Poem: Drought
We sit by the window of the nursing home where her face can feel the sun.
Since 1954
We sit by the window of the nursing home where her face can feel the sun.
The winning poem in the “What Juneteenth Means (To Me)” contest organized by Cyrus Cassells, 2021-22 Texas poet laureate.
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