Gustavo
says it’s qualities of light
In
whatever he looks at
The
way someone’s past glimmers up
The
trunk and into eucalyptus leaves
The
way broken sunlight carves
A
throat as radiant as yours
Or
how a cloud shadow tills
Tender
alleys in this yellow city
What
does he know
Holding
on to it for grace
For
your silence!
Gustavo
goes walking
With
some intent to knock
He
goes walking towards the sky
That
passionate suffering can’t wrinkle
He
goes walking
Where
the sun blinks its infant eyes
Aflame in this immortal desire to die
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