Guillermo Veloso (September 25 1962 / New York City)

12: 01
It's my birthday now
No one sings to me but
Crickets, frogs and night birds
My prodigal cat does not return
My prodigal wife in bed has turned
Yet I am at peace
The peace of night
It's "benign indifference"
47
An ignoble number? ?
What does it portend?
Half of what?
I am now half a marriage
I am now half a love
I am now half a life
47
Alone and engulfed in night
Moon and street light now shine
Through a carefully spun web
The architect sits silently in the mandala
Snug in her deceit
I trace the lines and see mine
The nearby highway hums along
47
The world cares not
Nor do I
But…..48…. Maybe!