Maya Angelou
By Juliana Chang
once I witnessed
the universe splitting open
to hold a poem,
her poem
now the atomic flower closes;
somewhere
perched in the ridges
of an open palm.
Maya Angelou
By Juliana Chang
once I witnessed
the universe splitting open
to hold a poem,
her poem
now the atomic flower closes;
somewhere
perched in the ridges
of an open palm.