Wheat Ears – Selected Poems


There were many dead

those leaden days.

Sorrowful festivities

eulogies, priest always

controlled the tears of women

with his fingers signaling

in front of the altar

matins, red dawns

sometimes a lone crow

wished us a better future

amid prickly pear trees

while daffodils insisted

to always bloom come

each optimistic March



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