The bolt of lightning crashed into the tree
and stuck --
Leaves exploded into nuggets of popcorn
covering the ground.
I awoke to find the blue-white shaft
protruding from the tree
like a flourescent erection.
Wading through the knee-deep drifts of white
I plugged my typewriter into the base of the tree
and typed "therefore" at the top of the page.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
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