viernes, 2 de octubre de 2015

Poetry came to me unawares

Poetry came to me
without my knowing
it could be
a life vocation

I was twelve
at the time
in Huerta Grande
walking back
from the village
with my siblings

I thought the words
describing Spring
in a candid rhyme

I had no inkling
no anticipation
of an ingrained
life vocation

no consciousness
of the gift

I had received.

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