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Unmarked Treasure
by Cyril Wong
The Burning Field
The perfect poem
would arrive
when I am forty,
or maybe older, I told myself
before coming home this evening
to the voices of ma and pa
scraping like the plates of the earth
along a fault, while my sister
crumbled like a house on fire
outside their bedroom door.
And I knew
I could not wait. That night,
I sat before my computer screen
and waited for the poem
to come like rain
upon a burning field,
and did not sleep.