Saturday, April 23, 2011

Ghost

The house next door creaks
like the house that I grew in
do you, viejito, see the ghosts
are they familiar, brought with
you desde allá hasta aca
can we call them by name or
can we let them rest, sin nombre,
and go about the groceries, the
dishes, the laundry, al trabajo and
back, no looking back, tend
to your tomatoes and carrots

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