The sun peaks between the clouds
The birds hover above the fields
The air brushes against rocks where water flows;
I wonder if they're as tall as what they appear to be, or people just look up to them so much they think they're too low?
The street of Puerto Verde is silent today
I hear the neighbors sleeping, their hushed sounds scattered into the winds;
I wonder if this neighborhood's too large and hidden, or people are just
sitting tight in their seats, listening to music with a grin.
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Poems From Puerto Verde
PoetryDuring this pandemic, we find more time removing each layer of our identity. The deeper we look out our windows, more stars appear. Our hair grows longer and longer. Everyday is spent like a time loop. As Milan Kundera says in "The Unbearable Lightn...
