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I Am Told

If I cross the desert

inside the stomach

of a water tanker,

speak no refugee tongue

and ride only at night.

If I press my ear flat

against the trunk

of a date palm,

I can hear the sound

of underground water.

from Poetry Northwest Summer & Fall 2018 More by Tara Ballard from the library

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