Ode To Pablo Neruda
Take me. . . Float me. . .
to your Macchu Picchu.
Swirl me with your images surreal.
Show me nights, like those where stars shine blue
and she is not with you. . .
so I might feel
that beauty born “between the hill and river”
and the loneliness your saddest poems reveal.
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