7 Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
7
11: 15 in the evening,
I have a stable fondness
In noticing where the
Arms of the clocks sojourn.
I counted the stars from where
I was in, juxtaposed to a narrow
Window.
I counted 7 stars, and from
That station,
I laughed,
My heart galloped,
And my soul relished
In a slowly burning fandango.
There were 7 stars,
And from there, I thought,
“I was right.”
I was so right
That my bones started
To mend.
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