(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)
Here we have arrived in modernity
after a long walk down a dirt road
path through the forest of tall
thin white trees, where the beds cost
more and the food tastes less
and the traffic whooshes outside
the convenient elevators taking you up
past first and second floors and I walk
further away from the sound of the guitar
and closer to Santiago, closer to my baby’s
arms and her blue eyes. Here we are
unmoving until tomorrow as the constant
battle with time goes on and on
and some people learn to live
with the sounds of bombs and others
join the fight and others pretend
it doesn’t exist and fall asleep
to dream of better places and faces.
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