By espacioreal | elespacioreal | 12 Feb 2025
Often my heart
gets tired of me and comes down,
down an invisible ladder of clouds
and starts walking aimlessly
across the compacted earth of the patio,
I look at it through
the kitchen window
and I wonder what it is thinking about
where its mule memory is,
its babbling of ash,
I leave it because there is no point in calling it,
it comes back at night and when I wake up
I caress it as if it were
the head of a bird.
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