HELPERS Poem by Robinson Quintero

HELPERS



Ever since I was a child I have admired their boldness
travelling hanging from the edge of the doors
of the buses
grasping the handle with a hand of air

Aerialists of the road
masked by the wind

Globetrotters who fly on the edge
of the precipices

Ubus-Ubus: birds with a single wing
Apollinaire would call them

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