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Sonia Nettnin Poem: It's Raining Olives

Published: Thu 20 May 2004 02:06 PM
It’s Raining Olives
By Sonia Nettnin
Desert land
never saw
downpour
olives. Trees
razed by bulldozers
fall
thud the ground,
so roots wombs
scorch in
heat. A fruit
shower of
Oil tears eyes. I
lie on trunk, scrape
hands grasp bark
burn skin
in the sun. Listen
to Palestine’s
raining olives.

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