Maurice Kilwein Guevara

At Twilight On The Road To Sogamoso - Poem by Maurice Kilwein Guevara

The sun is beginning to go down
over a field of yellow onions. The edges
of the clouds are almost pink, and at this hour
the maguey rises up like a flower of dark blades.
I worked so long today I have forgotten
my own hunger. It takes a full minute
for me to remember a word I have used
all my life. What the Mexicans call poncho.
At twilight I see it, abandoned, hanging like a ghost
on the limb of a tree: my own brown ruana
next to gray speckled chickens pecking at roots
and a black track of storm coming west over the green mountain.

Comments about At Twilight On The Road To Sogamoso by Maurice Kilwein Guevara

  • Shakil Ahmed (12/1/2015 7:50:00 AM)

    you have painted your passions very beautifully with nice images, well penned poem, thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 1, 2015

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