Outdoing Neruda
The roosters crow
24/7….music and
arial bombs come
without reason.
My love is lost in
the crowds that circle
the Zocalo. My time
is up. I await my fate
basking in the humanity
that swirls around me.
posted by John Tischer @ 3:35 PM
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