to Juan Sánchez Peláez
You need the brusque one
her stem brandished from enduring lack
detachment
Learn from her crumpled leaf
and from the slope that bends her
to hold your breath
to deny yourself exiguous
Listen to how she agrees with the inclement
in her abrupt belonging to murmur
The rumor that begs her goat branches
return say the scream
word what wounds you.
{ Luis Alberto Crespo, Tórtola de más arriba, Obra poética, Mérida, Venezuela: Ediciones El otro el mismo, 2004 }
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