Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Bio

Of Day and Night

I now peruse the activities
Of this aging brain, born 
In the late summer of sixties---

It was daylight 
I think, 
Ahh no, it was night

The intriguing tongue 
Of day and night, 
Speaking, subtlety
 
The language of birds, the doves 
Of the street to this aging brain
A taste of life, a taste of death

As into love, I push 
My heart into the new path 
From an old morning psalm
 
And hold the breath
Of day and night, 
The light and the darkness

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