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