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if neruda comes to my door

>> Sunday, March 13, 2011

if neruda comes to my door
i have taken to tending 
the flowers - lilacs, roses
cerises - on the verge of
wintering should weeds and 
moss, viridian and wayward, 
find deliverance from my

if neruda comes to my door
i have set sail, in my boat 
of old wood and brown, to the
galapagos, home of waiting
and passing, to play with 
penguins and frolic along 
primordial shores to forget

if neruda comes to my door
i am away in a fishing village 
ogling the fresh catch, wide
eyed and squirming inside
frayed nets, and recalling 
cravings for affairs unended
like the rustic red sunsets i 

if he does not, in the greying 
light, by my window overlooking
the sea, velvety and deep blue, 
i shall wait for him. and wait


if neruda comes to my door


SilverGenes March 13, 2011 at 11:49 AM  

This is just beautiful! It was Neruda who drew me here and your words that made me smile.

Cris A May 17, 2011 at 5:52 PM  

Glad you like this little ode to the great man of poetry. Thanks for reading :D

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