for Monica Hand there's a whispered prayer blowing the crumbs of a season's harvest off a girl's plate & a roar breaks from her insides, the roar a lioness a beast that knows & a man kneels somewhere cupping his tears for the loneliness he feels though he's surrounded by the world, & a finch in a tree singing for a lover as the buds on its branch pop into leaves that will flourish & welcome the green grasses, Right now a boy is wondering if people can really dodge bullets & is he one of them & somewhere nobody bothers to ask, they simply wait Wind spins across the landscape they say God is twirling his fingers— The heartbroken hook new bodies, night after night, drink after drink & I dance—my feet mashing grapes for wine & I sing mockingly— what is life / what is life Copyright © 2017 Roberto Carlos Garcia. Used with permission of the author. |
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