Those Years


Those Years




The mahoganies whisper
lullabies I’ve heard
before


the sun is jealous
my Ulysses


I remember you sleeping
in the coffee fields
where tiny silver ingots


broken promises


flew
with blue sparrows  
into clouds


tell the envious sun
I’ve given you
my water.

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