Poem 25

Suddenly the smell of mimosas

like a breathing torch

or like an immemorial wave

that kisses the expectant nudity of the beach.

 

It's just the door

that opens, but sets in motion

an air where it curdles

all the sweetness of this precarious autumn.

 

by Jorge Riechmann

 

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