Panama, whether in the Pacific or the Atlantic, and other poems
Panama, on this street and in this time we’re missing, Before my days and nights (And from this poem) oscillating like water between lilies, With its fortified walls and buildings[…]
Panama, on this street and in this time we’re missing, Before my days and nights (And from this poem) oscillating like water between lilies, With its fortified walls and buildings[…]
Like frightened birds after a hunter’s shot—My dreams scatter in flight when I open up my eyes[…]
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