¡maka aik nimiki, maka aik nipoliwi!
Netzahualcóyotl
There are among us those Teachers who are
Seeders, whose lessons composed of gardens
of thought, of speech, of history’s flower.
They are Guardians of the Heart of Hearts.
No they must not be drained of Might. Rather,
their Power is our Light, our Memory,
our Plight, and so we may grow sturdier,
by Dissemination. You have studied
the methods, records, archives as do your
Students who grow, root, shoot, and bloom of their
Own under your direction. Then this is
not a Sonnet. It is a Dissertation
to My Younger Sister, a Doctor of Flowers
who grew on Mother Earth between Stone and Herb.
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