Iridescence
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
After Passing By
After Passing By
The children watch
a distant point.
Lamps go out.
Some blind girls
question the moon
and spirals of grief
rise in the air.
The mountains survey
a distant point.
Federico Garcia Lorca
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