Dorotea En El Camino Amargo, Amarillo
,de Ladrillo

Do you think you can appear in this poem?
Go ahead, try it. They say
a rose is a rose is a rose

and that fireplaces are burning bright
in the forests of the night,
ripe grapes bursting on the vines,

flowers screaming for a place in the sun,
your smile shaking in a smile,
lips the color of air.

Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Walk out to the edge,
everything is so white,

the clouds, the sky, everything you left behind.
But miles divided by afternoon
still equal what we have,

a town of desires in the distance
and it is up to you
to fade or follow.