LONG LISTED FOR THE 2023 GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS
Usually I’m restless as evening falls when the white
linen laundresses are in danger in the streets as they
return from holy Russia where they sewed shrouds
for many seasons; I run to save them. Flabbergasted they
all listen to me in the court when as a sign of recognition
I hold an umbrella which I open only in reverie, “some
respect” I yelled. They all laughed.
Finally, I’m found guilty. They execute me. Yet, as
insistent as I am, I prepare a new escape plan. I only miss,
as always, a silent afternoon with my little last hope.
Libros Libertad 