Cornered
I am cornered
by the solemn
barrier of the evening
somewhere, somebody
is adorned with happiness...
Silenced by fatigue
console me birthing clouds
roll into my deepest dreams
a distant thunder different from death...
A woman comes and goes
coming to touch
the waiting years of a man...
I recall her long black Hispanic hair
as I count the fingers of the setting sun
my eyes choke for the moon of her lips
I resemble the shadow of a body
a shadow found facing the west
seeking without finding a path...
Laugh loudly shadow
maybe for an instant
she really loved you
forgetting her does exist
even though it is like
walking over hot coals...
I will drive down
to the grocery store
where the meat
of my memories
hang in strips
in the cooler...
Then go back home
and remember
the blind wind
once whispered by her lips...
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