Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

shadows pierced by the sun confetti

don't stop the rain from falling on my wings my eyes  are swimming in your breast... a minute for the two of us

a mountain  of love letters hidden  in the air shaft—  forlorn in a house of sticks

how long have we stood  at the end of the dock, a  wishbone fit to pop

my dreams like kites at the apex of some huge sorrow-- a flapping sound on new year's eve ~~~ after a tanka by Shaku Choku