on broken ground
so simple a dream
if
to be just a little bit
free
within a thought
upon a step
dark reasons
break against
the turn of seasons
between light and dark
a moment exists
sweet rain cleans your soul
within a long summer day
shoes worn on a lost highway
shelter of concrete and steel
a young girl’s fingers
warm
and gone
on a broken highway
a sign reads
“no exit”
and a song plays on
when tomorrow questions
are whispers of today.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
Ron
mesmerizing read, jude, well done.
carolyn