Aaron Vialpando Poet Prose Poetry

The Red Herring of Colorado

Looking into the water I can see the face of a person that has always enjoyed nature. 
I know what you are thinking, you are wondering if it is my reflection. 
That ship has already set sail to a dry mountain like the one in Turkey.
The face I see is of a person with cornflower hair.

What a mystery that I would see someone with these qualities as mine are from the largest continent, more specifically in the South.
Roses are the most beautiful when they bloom in the South this includes South and Southeast Asia.
The person I see is a tumbleweed that moves from different places and never knows where to call home, her home.
A tragedy has occurred that has left her in grief and in confusion; a time of evaluation that has involved the analytical thinker of the Damned!

Your words of hopelessness and where the future lies when you are given a site farther away from your hometown is quite troubling as it is telling me that you are only focusing on the latter of your stays and not on the truth.
Are you truly here when you say you are? Or Are you there every time you are sent out on an assignment? It is quite possible that a drive of nearly a day would make you think about what you want in life.
Being in a state of hopelessness has led the Ravens of Odin to tell me that you are a Red Herring, similar to Bishop Aringosa. Being forever alone was your fear or it has become the self-fulfillment of your life.
How many men have you said that statement to and how close were you to them is a concept that I have started to question. It is possible that they felt forced and that you are living a lie of a mental patient without medication. 

All we can do is be friends and nothing more as my Aunt Odalys stated, “Sometimes it is better to have that one friend you cared about.”
I would have never believed that you would burn bridges before they could start to take shape. I already know the answer.
Even my family has started to see through the veil you have cast. If you cannot win the heart of the Italo-Spagnolo Hungarian Mother then it would be difficult for the Unity.

You have become the Red Herring of Colorado
Are you truly looking for my heart or have you been lying to me?

 I ask this while I am looking into the Arkansas River at the Raptor Center.
Do not lie to me! I already know the answer! I am looking for the integrity of the answer.

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