Poems and stories found in a box
1. COME, THE REVOLUTION Juan was at The winter solstice. But so was everyone. His last name Didn’t catch, Anonymously equal Under a setting sun. Light comes from Many directions. Juanita from her skew line. Pablo across his fault-line Falling, falling, falling Towards wide white lines Covering ice-cream earth. Fernando Real Knows nothing is real If you don’t feel It…