by Braulio Fonseca
One way
A roll of the Dice
Tears painted on the road
Snake eyes
Four seasons in an instant
A rotational keep
Ticking clocks count
Time well spent
Time wasted
Time stops
Time after time after time
Days are years.
Years are seconds.
Minutes are lifetimes
And
Lifetimes are over in the blink of an eye.
Eye for an eye
Tit for Tat
Blind men see beyond the lashes of witches
and dream of grace
The sword slices deep
A paper cut
Lacerated mutations weep red
Thicker than water
Coagulated characteristics
One moment in awe
Worn out knees recite a poetic surrendering
Denim erosion
Holes are proof of life.
RETURN TO GRACE
