Wednesday, April 28, 2010

NaPoWriMo April 28, 2010


On My Own


Will there be a change
in your voice next winter? 

—I prefer to shelter it with rum,
walk through the monkey-puzzles
in the Andes.  Their leaves are as thick
and tough as my hands, scale-like
with sharp edges, heaving like my heart. 
The winds coming from the Pacific
fan out my reptilian branches.  Black-faced
Ibis fly overhead.  At least I know
they will return next spring.




©  Sergio A. Ortiz, April 28, 2010

No comments:

Post a Comment

Blog Archive

Followers


Typying