After Fifty Years

(For Carlos Treviño, Sr.)

I am a pebble under a two-ton boulder,
mi preciosa. The air blowing through

these empty rooms. I’m the churning
waters that won’t be calmed,

and the bird that flings itself, inconsolably,
against your window.


Published in Right Hand Pointing, May 2018.

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