spring in winter

hundreds of blush roses, amarillo y nata
scruff cardigan navy and silver crowned ancient gentlemen
who step gently in 3
left
right
cane.
long cubes of water.
dusty pools settled for the winter.
and all seems a bit shy in the january sol
except for the wrinkled distinguished...
father-in-laws to tight-faces of tan boys who confiscated their daughters.
"jefe" in good humor but the generations between them are
as long as liquid,
as delicate as dust is history.

and between men,
between a sprint and a stroll,
the parque in silencio tender with blossom bound tight to unfold. . .
and this winter is warm for those with no cold memories.

as this sol beats like green should be hearalded soon,

i ate the spring today.

plucked each velvet pansy petal

each sol soaked leaf of palm,

and drank the wind lust clean

open gulp after open gulp without knowledge of when i may drink again.

*written in the Parque Federico Garcia Lorca, granada
january 18, 2010 Gina Cornejo