Poetry came
to me
unawares
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
spontaneously
I had no
inkling
no anticipation
of an
ingrained
life
vocation
no consciousness
of the gift
I had
received.
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