Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

skylark on a rose branch— petals descend in whispers

dressed this is the day the blind view the moon the night we bite on silk peach petals and walk hand in hand into the fire with the aroma of coffee zigzagging   around our noses like fine art this is the day of the catamaran sailing on open sea while we laugh at the wind fearless of consequence the first day we cover our bodies with clothes