Juan Alvarado


A Past Cubed

He left work early under pretext, and drove
through the old streets of the sun drenched valley.
He was looking for the remnants of a not so distant
past; looking for a son of Italy and America, a friend
made in the forced fellowship of bondage.

He did not find the vaguest of traces.
So he drove through the old neighborhoods
of a deeper past when he was young

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