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Sicilian Odes | Sometimes They Return
Sometimes they return
The far off children
Back to the stonestep towns
Their grandparents
Inhaled deeply and left
Seeing the sea for the first time
Their black hair with a
Central streak of white
Like the trail of smoke
Parting the sky from Etna’s top
They come to sense the
Echo of basins
And the sound of cool
Tall-ceilinged rooms
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