Another found poem - this from "Celebrating Childhood" by Adonis (translated, from the Arabic, by Khaled Mattawa)
My Childhood is Still
My childhood is still
someone else's story
I see her in a photograph
the pigeon-toed girl
with worn-down heels,
brown skin and pedal pushers
her strong body
made for swimming
and climbing trees
standing between the two;
her half-crooked smile
looks familiar
but only because
I've heard the stories
so many times
I can't find me in her
between the two
I don't even recognize
01/2007
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