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Pablo Luis González
A bedsit.
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A murderous gas fire bent in sending me across the road.
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A window.
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I encountered this woods in the midst of the city.
Sanctuary
Fall of 1976
Listen
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to the heartbeat of life
Susurros,
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whispers of a warm spring day
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enveloped my being
A robin alighting,
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here and there,
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welcomed to its lair,
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its voice joining the chorus
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of the woods...
Silence
The loneliness of afternoons
Quaker graveyard
The silence of the birds
The day was cold,
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the greyness of an overcast winter afternoon.
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Mud had taken over my shoes,
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mud that became embedded in my consciousness.
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Yet, Madonna, in her silence, greeted me.
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