The peach offers her sweetness to me.
How can I share this precious treasure with you?
In my mind, we all sit down to dinner arms reaching across the ocean–
I invite you to share what I have to eat.
With one thousand arms I will serve you;
with one thousand eyes I can behold you.
Wind, carry me to the table of
my hungry family in Vietnam.
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The peach offers her sweetness to me.
How can I share this precious treasure with you?
In my mind, we all sit down to dinner arms reaching across the ocean--
I invite you to share what I have to eat.
With one thousand arms I will serve you;
with one thousand eyes I can behold you.
Wind, carry me to the table of
my hungry family in Vietnam.
Eleni Sarant
Weed, California
