Over the wall into the sea. He said,
Look, we will sow the spring now. She could feel
Water along dry leaves and the stems fill.
Hurry, she said. Oh, hurry. She was afraid.
The surf was so slow, it dragged, it came stumbling
Slower and slower. She tried to breathe as slowly
As the waves broke. She kept calling. Hurry! Hurry!
Her breath came so much faster than the sea—
And walking home from school, that Syrian woman,
That—"Mrs. what did they call her"—the Syrian
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