For Matilde

Storks - Poem by For Matilde

It has come thus
for I am an essential
to only this lonely life
I sit with storks
on the red crowns of chimneys
above their cold breasts
that once glowed
in the light of families praying
before eating at dusk
I watch for strangers
for all who have passed
on the highway
novices of the Inquisition
once left the debris
of skulls in doorways
flowers now grow
where once crosses burned
now the leaves rustle
under the worn feet of pilgrims
families with barren faces
with clasped hands
teeth clenched
drag winds and abuse
from the cold teeth of the Sierras
only the Gods see more than I
as I sit with storks
on the red crowns of chimneys
near the border

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 12, 2015

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