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Swee: “Rainstorm”  |  © Malaysian Watercolours

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Overhearing her peppery, gray-eyed cry of “Get off my ass!”
– part gringo, part Mexico — you guess she’s undressing,
addressing her boyfriend, her partner, her lover, her spouse;
stranded, winded; all of us hostages to this gangster storm.

Your translation, flawless in any lingo: “Hey, lighten up!”
All space between spaces softens; you clearly hear the fridge,
its on-off friendliness, the binary push-pull of life and lull.
the way the full love-hate, pass-fail, love-leave yin-yang swings.

Parked (maybe arked) till morning in our sudden, rain-bashed
no-star motel — no wireless, no email, no female connection –
alone with ticking blood and heart-swept buds, you flower,
renewing your lifetime membership in Club One Another.

– Al Young
Antioch, CA
May Day 2009

© 2009 by Al Young

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