Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
We are the forever wayfarers, we never had a place
of our own, where are we headed? Whence do we come?
Sometime we dwell somewhere for a while but soon after
Fate remembers us and we leave.
And only rarely when night falls and the violets shiver
on the fences, a strange glare floods us, a sensation that we
return to where they had exiled us.
Or perhaps the twilight is our only homeland.
Libros Libertad 