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A review by poojakishinani
Fuel by Naomi Shihab Nye
5.0
"The face of the clock at 4 AM
doesn't have many friends.
Its wishes are thin and dark,
to stay humble, close to the floor.
Without it I am a crumble of talk
stuck to a plate.
The day unfolds its sad sack of chores,
the broom loses two more hairs.
Without it I am the letter carrier
who never receives
any mail herself."
Naomi's poems feel like a warm hug on a dark day.
doesn't have many friends.
Its wishes are thin and dark,
to stay humble, close to the floor.
Without it I am a crumble of talk
stuck to a plate.
The day unfolds its sad sack of chores,
the broom loses two more hairs.
Without it I am the letter carrier
who never receives
any mail herself."
Naomi's poems feel like a warm hug on a dark day.