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Foreign Soil

My students arrive in dust storms of change.

Denims, saris, suits. All ages

from Persia’s Gulf to Ganges’ banks,

desert sands, Andes’ peaks.

Blood red, rank, poor lands,

carrying seeds of rich loam,

through arid, rocky, barren years,

acclimating, blooming in time,

soaking up language’s Miracle Gro.

They till the words until the words

that prick their ears at last make sense

sprouting from their tongues in accents

lush as rustling crop leaves.