Jose Ramon Sanchez Poems

If we were fish resting
At the bottom of a pond
And you were walking by
Glancing into the dark waters
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Warm summer air droops
As days shorten before the sun
The trees consume their sorrow
And prepare for wintery soup
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You are the tinola and the sabow
The adobo that floats the chicken
You are the eye that sees straight
The plum in the basket
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When you were 8 months
On this earth
Your da da das boomed
Like distant thunder,
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You builder of worlds
You dreamer of dreams
You shaker of storms
You moderator of extremes
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Eres agua
eres flor
Eres piragua
de mi amor
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Mother

Your blood runs
through my arms, my legs,
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Like a chain letter
light as a feather
sits together
in all kinds of weather
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Playing with matches and not with you
I was morose
And you were blue
Left you a prickly rose
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