guillermo veloso Poems

We are infinite
Dew drops on an
Endless web
Neighbors on a matrix
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Well-worn rough
This American hand
Creased with soil from cotton fields and asphalt
Calloused with trains, skyscrapers and baseball
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The browning pages of his notebooks
A fierce bodhisattva
Left behind to remind him of the dangerous times
When they were lovers and all but
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There was a world I built
On foundations of dreams and light
There was a vision I wept
Grasping at walls in the night
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I spoke French
Broken as high school memory
Lost in transmission
Sipping along the dark, empty and yet welcoming streets
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Driftwood crab and
Wooden boats
Ancient spectacles
Memories tie and bind
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The hammer
The nail
In sympathy
One uses the other
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I wrote this
To fit the small space
Of a last page
Enough room
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By the Trevi Fountain
On a brilliant day
Busy procession of faces and places
Dustin Hoffman in Tootsie smiles in motion
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Will you give me some
Small comfort
A tender ear to rest my
Aching complaint
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