Metaphors II
Sweet whisper of the grapevine
serene Monday twilight
treacle and cream cheese
impeccable homely blessings
granite and slate limbs of the glyph
in the endlessness of blue sky
yellow wheat fields
dry fallen pine-needles, wish
for expected moist
innumerable city lights
the beggar’s empty cup
wind hitting the window shutters
bread hardened on the shelf
glaucous insubordinate sea, abundant
conches and seashells
reddish autumn leaves falling
teardrops of separation
wanderer of plains and hilltops
darkened fate of innocence
who I have been
Libros Libertad 