Shallow Clouds
The eyes skylarked
through the moderate climate,
the smoke vertiginously suspended
in the kneeling atmosphere
There is a redolent breeze
known to the famished
and thirsty for grandiosity -
A stropped poignancy
To the puny and fragile
the dust mote's dance is no different
from the foreboding wolves
howling for the sky's thunders
I wonder why some things
can never be fortified
by the mangles of iron and fire -
faint and naked, always defeated?
If the mountain range would lay
and the clouds would descend
to unveil the broad horizon
will I finally find your grace?
Are the promises buried
in squalid colors veritable?
Is your variety existent
or but a taste of hope?
My savor is waned, senses
are disembogued and crashed:
hope once,
and suffer for life
In the smoke of the cigarette
and the shabby calm
docked upon its shallow clouds
the dusk would finally succumb.
poem by Norman Santos
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