Trevor’s Poem
I am
the tear
on the hungry child's cheek,
the callous
on the old farmer's hand,
the wrinkle
around the worried mamí’s eye,
the blister
on the tired campesino's foot.
I am
a human question mark
at my writing table
In ordinary time.
- Trevor Scott Barton, poems for a brown-eyed girl, 2020
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