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Part II (9-2007)

Ode to Age

Your old man, I watched him

trying in vain--to enter into his apartment,

to open the entranceway with his hands together with key--which

summoned his brain, in vain;

no longer working with his eyes, at eighty-seven.

And there, there, in the yard adjacent to him

a boy of ten, their grandson, playing with his dog:

a couple lives changing, like summer and winter,

rain and snow; one watching the other grow old,

wanting to die; the other, youthful, hip to thigh,

loosed hair, waiting for another season to pass

so he'll grow up fast.

Note: No. 1994, Daniel and Papa Augusto, and pet Jason, in the garden, while the author sits relating to the platform watching. The clouds inside sky, darkening, it is actually Wednesday, about 4: 30 PM, 9-19-2007, Huancayo, Peru.

Passing by Suicide

(#(... and a long needle)

Suicide is much like a long needle inside heart--;

one looking to escape the slum with earth's dark.

Not seeing the high elm above their heads

(and spring being not far off);

consequently, they think to conquer life and death

in mere one breath!

Many ways to die, many coffins under

your sky;

dark shadows everywhere... so many pits

and flash floods in a normal life--

nevertheless after winter, there's usually spring:

too bad they can't notice, from where they stand.

Note: No: 1994 (9-19-2007)

Human-trees

Poems About Death