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One sun rose on us today . . .
One light, waking up rooftops, under each one, a story . . .
My face, your face . . .
AMÉRICA
. . . so I could write this poem . . .
. . . the empty desks of twenty children . . .
One ground. Our ground . . .
WHAT WE KNOW OF COUNTRY
LO QUE SABEMOS DE LA PATRIA
. . . some days giving thanks for a love that loves you back . . .
. . . sometimes praising a mother who knew how to give . . .
MOTHER COUNTRY
MADRE PATRIA
Thank the work of our hands . . .
All of us as vital as the one light we move through . . .
. . . equations to solve, history to question, or atoms imagined . . .
. . . as these words break from my lips
. . . alongside us, on our way . . .
. . . this poem for us today. All of us . . .
ONE TODAY
HOY, UNO
. . . all of us—facing the stars
. . . a new constellation . . .
. . . waiting for us to map it . . . to name it—together
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