gluglú gluglú

The moon comes up.
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn't die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up...
fragment from Barking, by Jim Harrison
as published in Poetry magazine, Nov. 2008

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

eso mi pecesito "sirena" continua nadando, que todavia te quedan muchos mas aletasos por dar...