Modigliani Poem by L.B. Temuco

Modigliani



I am smiling as I walk the street
with a picture of Modigliani
and a photo of you
in my pocket
I look at the sky
at the absurd flesh of clouds
and the free bird
that condemns me
I look over the border
with the sun in my eyes
and see the tree
where love was interrupted

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