Chicano Poet

Friday, June 12, 2009

The Long Goodbye

Her hair pinned up in a bun
picture it

(an angel whose arms had been chopped off
at the spine

surrendered a smile
its firewood abandoned on a hill)

she did not notice
the ships of grass

how they fought the wind
how the wind took pleasure in stride

parallel lines seaports
in all honesty I can not back out

yet my fingers so modest
bend to speak


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