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Random Poem:

The Freezing Point of Tears
Resonanz

"Avó,"
 1
she whispers
 2
while a single tear
 3
runs down her olive skin
 4
and her hand holds a cigarette
 5
to her trembling, chapped lips.
 6
 
 
The word is not formed with
 7
the confidence expected from
 8
a native speaker.
 9
Instead, it is choked out
 10
as though her grandmother's
 11
asphyxiation were contagious
 12
even through the phone line.
 13
 
 
She says,
 14
"Ich habe sie nicht gesehen,
 15
seitdem ich nach Österreich gekommen bin.  
 16
Das war schon lange her."
 17
("I have not seen her
 18
since I came to Austria.  
 19
That was a long time ago.")
 20
 
 
The faces around her,
 21
including my own,
 22
turn even more sympathetic.
 23
But all of our thoughts
 24
are far away
 25
across oceans, rivers,
 26
mountains, and national boundaries
 27
on people we
 28
have not seen for months or years.
 29
People, we must have forgotten
 30
were mortal too.
 31
 
 
Her grandmother's last words
 32
are now printed on postcards
 33
in smeared handwriting.
 34
On all of our minds are
 35
letters and telephone conversations,
 36
of the typical variety with habitual
 37
"hello-how-are-you's?,"
 38
"just-fine's,"
 39
and the other phrases we customarily say
 40
to tip-toe around our emotions.
 41
Correspondences,
 42
we would hate to see be our last.
 43
 
 
She stands in the cold
 44
of the Alpine winter,
 45
to which she has gradually
 46
become accustomed
 47
but her old, Portuguese grandmother
 48
could never even have imagined.
 49
Tears are running
 50
down her cheeks,
 51
tears, that should have
 52
theoretically frozen.
 53

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