Fidel Arcenas

I watched intently
As three clowns wept
In an old cafe
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Behind these huts, a patch
Of paradise lies, where we chased
Grasshoppers and butterflies; sipped
Nectar from stems of wild flowers.
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Broken bond

Irrepressible wave unto the shore,
You rush into my tender willing embrace
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From our porch
By the beach
We watch
Our emerald-anniversary sun
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A word is an orphan
That fears not oblivion.
Nor does it cry
To attract attention
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Waiter, beer please,
I'm in a mood to talk
To the bards, the muse
By my side, serene and
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She, love of my life, walks
Alone along this lonely trail,
Hears the faint chirps of
Precocial bird, drowning in
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You sit on my desk,
Your legs, a sonnet's couplet,
Perfect in meter and rhyme.
You look at me and smile;
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I long to write
Deathless lines of poetry
I wonder kindly
If I can hitch your way.
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In our childhood we walked to school
With absent minds
We often laughed not knowing why.
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A young lady asks:

What's the secret to happiness?
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you are dawn's scented drip
on my dusty window broken
by years of painful solitude
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let me take you to an old cafe
dying at the end of an abandoned road

it used to be the home
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i lost my way
sipping coffee from cup
half empty
of rhymes and memories
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Sultry heat wafts into my glass of red
Bubbling in revelry of memories
When her sweet laughter-lilted lullabies
Cradled our dreams and secret fantasies.
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come, partake of the nectar of my light
fill up the void of your fantasies, as mine
rainbow gently slips through the window
of your cold, lonely, darkened dampness
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Tequila dawns and solitary beers
In an orgy of forbidden dreams
Lead to cemetery sadness as
Bells toll for the Angelus, we
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Flowers bloom
By weathering the storms
And patiently bearing the pains
Of changing seasons.
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Words galloped
Over my fend
All but one got away
It tangled with wire
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Verte
A tribute to Absinthe
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