When my mama died,
I scoured for some trace of her in cyberspace –
amongst the array of forgotten email accounts,
– scuttling across forgotten passwords
and old letters that littered the bottom
of my imaginary floor,
kicking up dirt and more fog as I passed them.
Finally, when I had at last settled,
I saw her beautiful face so perfectly
that I cried in joy.
Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry
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