A child
(still not an exile
not a failed bard not
a kind of eternal castaway)
is skipping ropes at sunset
in his native home patch
called Sueño
Sueño
a child
collecting silver caps
of milk bottles earthworms
blue marbles pick-up sticks
like coins to pay for daydreaming..
another kid in the shade
of a flowering mango tree
still expects his father
from a far-off war
like a dog mourning
its master by his grave
A red sun hangs
on the sea-scented horizon
glittering like a goldfish
in a plastic bag.
