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1 min readApr 19, 2016
Ariagada, 1982
there is fire everywhere
damp leaves shelter below silent bulls
dozing beside community courtyards
where films are shown by the old projectionist
to children returning from smelling spices
and shooting marbles, spinning tops
in the bazaar below the hill
where miners begin to gather
after crossing pit openings, goods wagons
water works and the volleyball courts
filled with men and women
gleaming in the red evening
who play and wait for their land to return.