-THE
SAD HOURS OF SILENCE-
At
another hour and in silence
the
giraffes experts
in
the solitude of heights
and
butterflies draw
dreams
of rain pinned
like
curtains of needles
only air knows breeze
the
naked back
and
chicken-pox of thighs
the
lost gaze
Thank you to that Queen
showing
itself in street corners
sad
apparition
the
pupil asleep
perhaps paper
a
wrinkle of the sky
and
noose on the neck
of
the black poet
When the last kite
erupted
in Suns
like
the submerged medal
of
ancient seas
and
lost civilization
There was no population
which
could breathe in that desire
like
the handkerchief
did
not wither
the
erasure of the smile
in
the forest of cities
the
last before last drop
slides
in the corneas
of
mutants.
(c)copyright 2020, Carlos Mijares Poyer, all rights reserved. todos los derechos reservados.
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