LONG LISTED FOR THE 2023 GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS
Stowaway on the Grass
I dream of something refreshing, an enigma like
a friendship, a word like a hand you grab when
in panic,
a convict who covers an apple tree with his hat
or a woman who risks herself in the mirror.
Finally, the stairway was ready and I, the fool
who stole the oranges,
remember my grandfather at the window resembling
an unripe pomegranate and the thread that broke
while the bell continued the story, many narratives
that we don’t recall anymore, like the end
of the poem
and only those who felt scared in their homes go
to Heaven;
I dream of a voyage like a childish complain, a clock
that sends us away,
the morning cigarette that delays the executioner
or the uncontrollable laughter of a girl like Iliad,
I dream that I don’t dream, that I only sit outside
in the fields at dusk and
the distant whistle of the train is suddenly heard
beyond futility.
Libros Libertad 