Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

She’s there she’s laying / in the shadows moistening               the sunrise / there’s a garden / inside her / where he’s dazzled / she blooms entirely for him / they tremble / and hold their tongues                         with the same rumor / exchange books papers promises / they dress kiss disjoin from one another / she walks into the darkness / perhaps oblivion / when he returns / she’s laying in the shadows / drenched she’s never left / she’s never leaving

Elections It is the first autumn of his eyes the first time he throws down walls that should never exist so tomorrow new eyes can hear the murmur of fading hearts through the autumn glass of leaves the color of blood, the color of iron, the color of gold.