Winter

 

A dark filigree

of bare branches 

radiates into 

the smoky sky.

Below, a palimpsest 

of snowfalls.

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Sitting next to a cat 

with the sun in my eyes 

amidst flitting rainbows

O fleet afternoon.

Inspiration

 

Surfacing

as an idea

too trivial

to water

nevertheless 

I let it grow.

Time

 

I live my days 

in half-curated pockets 

outside of time

to counter time.

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Me veo por los ocasos.

( I see myself in sunsets.)

-Federico García Lorca from the poem, “Confusión”

Starlings

In the back of a car 

she returned to me 

as we both watched 

a flock of starlings

pouring wordlessly 

across the crimson sky.

La Gata Mágica

 

Los temblores suaves 

de una gata

pueden salvar

el mundo!