Where did they carried your shadow
a frozen bed
among headlight seeds?
Where did they stop
in your path of thunder
hiding from hydrangea?
Where did they hung your poetry
a waterfall
among the gypsies?
Where did they open your door
and shut behind
the wall of the wind?
[ For Federico Garcia Lorca,1898-1936 ]
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