Back and Blue Somewhere there must be A place With the certitude of swallows, Of trigonometry and first kisses, A haven for agnostic silk and Casual dismay So that the past may merely Cast a glow upon the sorrows Etched, and choice is meek As a respectable snail A place of ease and salve That I might count the blows Received, and savour every bruise As an obliteration of the one I tendered you By pulling back ________________________________________________________________________ Emanuel E. García, A Deeper Symmetry, 2014 |