Tejas
When you left, I wrote a poem
the size of a bullet
on the side of the bracelet
you bought as an apology.
What is the heat like where you are,
strumming your invisible guitar?
What can you say in Spanish
that you could never say to me?
posted by Lilit Marcus at 2:45 PM
3 Comments:
I love this poem. It's perfect! Love the last two lines! WoW you have done a fine job! Appreciate the concision here!
I feel as if writing these eight lines took me two months. Maybe that's a good thing.
Lilit,
Does this have anything to do with a certain Spaniard and a scarf-
JL
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