by Victor Gonzalez Perez
A thin veil bars
-- mine and theirs --
And yet miniscule glimpses
-- eyes blinking
Gasping for an answer beyond now.
Recuerdos (memories)
Upon the tiny plaza where
sleep the dead heroes
the fountain stands
eternal vigil.
Fire tree leaves
-- el flamboyan --
carpet the promenade
a lovers' nest.
Recuerdos (memories)
red faced roofs and balconies like embroidered
mouths where grandma sat on her sugarcane
throne counting the seasons
her eyes of spanish tiles watching green mountains
dangling from the clouds
while the tiny insect troubadors lulled the night
to sleep in its satin hammock
Ahora (& now)
The day swallows
the rainbow garden's
frail butterfly
The arch of thorns
crumbles on its halo
-- and you and i struggle on
perched on the brink
of yesterdays.
[November 1971]
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