The girls kept their manes clean,
in spite of soot and dust.
The boys were lean and biting
molded by their urgent blood barechested.
We were very far apart.
Their solstice as if lit
by a sun older than time
but with the breaking drive
of all things new.
miércoles, 11 de agosto de 2010
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