Chicano Poet

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Leapt Away

The lover I was once
leaps away

your arms
in the plastic bags of the stars

an unheard of
slab of ice

the dusty street
played like a flute

soft as the moon
after spit

I open to the darkness
of fire

the knot I am
will not go through the buttonhole

this cameo
forced upon me


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