Dead Grandparents, Aunts, Great Aunts and Other Shades
Sullen conversations that reached us
People of the dream People of the wind
They were windy trees
Blows of the heart
They would take us all at once
We were just a conversation
We were trees and people of the dream
Errant souls Errant trees
And furiously we’d circle around life
Rummaging some ashes
Rummaging some embers
just beyond ourselves
Adiós Escuque (1974)
{ Ramón Palomares, Antología poética, Caracas: Monte Ávila Editores, 2004 }
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