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Baby blue and sunflower yellow. Pa pushed as if I were on the swing— I saw abuela fly back Across the kitchen, against The screen door, head against the wall Eyes closed pouring A sluice of tears. Royal blue and tanned skin. What color is that of no breath? A horse pastured under no shade— Through the screen I saw el monte Vibrant, dark, watching. The white Cement fence and no shadow from The zinc…