Thursday Poem

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Mirador
Randolyn Zinn

Your eyes were brown like my grandmother's wherein
I watched the faces of my entire family shuffle past
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like a deck of cards or video transmission from space,
choppy and with time delays. Relatives I'd only seen
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in photos pasted in old albums showed up as you
batted your lashes, then others, born before the camera
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yet clearly bearing the family resemblance: an El Greco
duke in doublet, a young Vandal girl crossing the Strait
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of Gibraltar, a Visigoth shepherd in rough furs, even
a dark-haired Roman with wide smile carrying wheat
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sheaves bound for his Emperor. I kissed your two fringed
almond lids and danced like a bayadére on Persian carpet,
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arms lifted, in time with your oud, before settling back
on your wide-striped couch when I heard the generations whisper
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that we are all related.
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