Poetry
the 21st century
el pueblo aparece de nuevo
al otro lado de la montaña
al pueblo se le llega
por una carretera en el cielo
que da vueltas pasando
entre lomas interminables
y al llegar, al fin
se tiene que andar por
cómo se dice? horse-drawn carriage
drawn and drawn pulling
pulling and pulling in in
as if to say pressed
a long time
riéndome
más que nada porque
ya ves--
te has enojado
someone reaches
up and tilts the lamp down
the small dogs
like two unlike twins
walk ahead of us in the dark
look at them i say
and you don’t
i don’t care i say
but you do
the lamp rotates,
a large red clip attaches it
to the edge of anything
in the summer, with francis
i eat small flowers in the open air
and don’t think
at all
of you
in the spring in particular
i think of you zero times
good
then above the train
in small spaces
there is an eruption of red
\doors half open
i get my coffee and go
read the ad about aligners
the squirrel comes to me
on the blanket with my little violets
i watch nobody’s shadow
dissolve around the corner of east 84th
wind throws empty cups at my feet.
so