I went on a walk today
I wish I could’ve ran.
I thought about the world and said
“I don’t know how to begin.”
The world was quiet today
Except for the birds, they flew
A safe distance and watched me
On my way.
I miss the mountains and Spanish accents,
A day the soil felt like hot coals,
Chalk on my hands from the boulders
Foundation, the desert make up.
I don’t miss the people though.
Them I can do without.
They are dead to me, I say.
Journey to the beginning of inheritance
Maybe then I can find what I deserve.
Perhaps the enamored guitarists will kiss my hand
Mi amore, veneste para tras.
Brightly colored layered fabrics
ruffles feverish & tango like
as the black hair women
Smiling and holding their cymbols.
Beauty up and full of culture.
They know who they are here,
I would smile uneasily, pronounce slowly
Their bud names and commit
You should’ve seen the castanets chirping, chest dipping
Where can I run to, did I forget where I
Come from? On my way
I think of Spain, my rolling tongue,
The slight pick up on mi vida.
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This poem is absolutely lovely. Well done x
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Thank you doll!!