

Seven Poems1. I am walking a tightrope between here and forever to watch you tend roses.Seven Poems
2. I should have slept before the hurricane. I was twisting wrought iron into silver. You are so very loved.
3. He made a monument to sorrow and relief in the creaking timbers. With my bare fingers I felt songs in the elegiac blue.
4. Oh, little savior of Tlaxcala, I remember your sad eyes. Spend yourself forward, into the desert: tomorrow has seen you first.
5. Do you remember the last
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