Summer Sadness
The handsome villager was lying under the shade
of the plane tree while the panting golden heat
of the day buzzed around him, over his bare chest
and his bare feet showing from his raised pants.
Wide soles, well-shaped toes, like the statues and
that brunette air of his carefree manliness.
His skinny, pale woman came with a baby in her arms
and two little ones holding her faded dress.
He got up. He took a sheaf of wood underarm, one
of the children by the hand and walked away to
the depth of high noon. The skinny woman followed
two meters behind him.
Endless sadness:
no one will ever tell him that he’s handsome. He’ll
never get to know it.
Libros Libertad 