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    • Soneto Para Encontrarte

    Posted on | October 5, 2005 | No Comments

    I will wake up in a foreign city and walk
    each morning with no direction no map
    no guide only the kind citizens chatting
    endlessly about apples and brass I will talk
    until the air tastes like meat and whiskey
    and the brisk step of beggars will not wake me
    to the canons of desire each voice counterpoint
    to a coin’s winter sting each sour note a ducat
    paying my crawl toward the first dying the first
    ‘O’ the first swig and chug of grief
    So when
    a woman holds my face between her knees Her child
    already dreaming of a father suddenly gone I will kneel
    and murmur She will arch and wheel and I
    will eat and drink like this ’til holy kingdom come

    – by Patrick Rosal

    Category: a musing

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