domingo, 13 de dezembro de 2015

still trying

And all of a sudden, one gets
so old. a blue crow wings its way
through my heart, butterflies flutter.
a native dancer places his hand
on my shoulder.  i try for a moment
to follow the beat,  or a pattern
unknown.  he chuckles and then
makes off into the woodlands, into
  the smoky morning with its
scent of comal y tortillas 
 floating back  through the mist
 of other mountains. Come now, 
befriend me. a chest heavy with loss,
 and the youngsters playing just out
beyond the dumping ground, oblivious
 to endings.

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