Friday, March 12

it only ever takes your hands,
long-fingered like sparrows rising,
to remind me of my past.

the bones know
where the body's been,
keeping a lifetimes
worth of secrets
to themselves
unable to relate their journey..


i wonder if the ocean
hides its anguish
amongst the coral.

1 comments:

Enrique said...

lovely, maybe i can illustrate one of your poems someday, ive done it before, twice, heres one

http://eggstraordinario.blogspot.com/2009/12/sin-titulo.html