i have poured
a bucket of cold water
to wake him up
so he can finish
his poems
that we love
to see
in full
whole
he didn't
he holds us in super suspense
our feet could have danced
all night
our hands could have touched
the world in so much
thrills and freshness
but he didn't
he caught us suspended
frozen and
almost dead to extinction
what do we do to Aldo
to finish the poems
we want to read?
i am afraid
hot waters cannot
make him finish
what ought to be
i am afraid no one
can
because Aldo is Aldo
and just like me
Ric is Ric
that is how it goes
without saying
let them be
let me be
the freedom to be
unfinished
the freedom to be
finished
and perhaps be praised
or just be scorned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem