Divorce
The smile on my lips turns into stone like the yellow oak leaf on the ground and I forget the heaviness of my sin hiding behind the red curtains of my lover while her song ripples on the smooth face of the lake like a skipping stone before it dives down to the watery darkness like my lover’s song before it’s abruptly stopped by the thunderous euphony of harps from above
—I know you ignore me, I feel it, I read it in your silence
Violently strung strings stretch and dance their echo in my eardrums like a bunch of hungry cicadas in July at high noon when the chant of the breeze elevates the music of nature to the highest tone
—It’s all over, we’re done, time to go our separate ways
A smile appears on my lips, and I wonder why Kore coloured her eggs red this Eastern Sunday. Why did she go to the afternoon agape? Why did she wear her ethereal, satin white dress?
—Suddenly, I smile again. Indeed, there is light at the end of the tunnel
I stand motionless in amazement as the little sparrow calls its brother to help it chase the cicada across the balcony
—Yes, there is light at the end of the tunnel, no matter how old I may be
Libros Libertad 