Orégano Poem by NANCY MOREJÓN
Orégano
En el naufragio de las barcazas
perdí el olor del orégano
que esteba sembrado
en un ingenio antiguo de la Marie-Galante.
Vino el pirata
y se llevó su aroma
de tierra y planta buena.
Vendrán los hierros
de las algas marinas
para blandir de nuevo su raíz
- ahora marchita pero firme -
inscrita en la roca musgosa
de un sueño milenario.
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