Monday, November 7, 2016

by Eugenio Rodríguez

the last lines I wrote
you were not there
I never saw you again
happens to the best of us
this constant looking forward
and seeing life in reverse
the woman, the child, the earth
the bird’s call from beyond
the centuries
doors open, doors close
loved ones go
shattered-glass images
darkened glitters
dusty feathers
in empty hands
that's all is left 

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