Sonrisas Poem Text
by Pat Mora
Sonrisas (Excerpt)
I live in a doorway
between two rooms. I hear
quiet clicks, cups of black
coffee, click, click like facts
budgets, tenure, curriculum,
from careful women in crisp beige
suits, quick beige smiles
that seldom sneak into their eyes.
-Pat Mora
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