Poesía Verde

highlands

Hello, dainty boy,
how have you enjoyed
your stay, up in the highlands?

I've slept plenty
the nights are warm but
I wake up cold, to the sound
Of the highway's howling far-off

But I thought
I thought you said
noise from the highway
was the only thing that could
get you to sleep in that empty room?

Hello, pretty boy,
have you faired well
on your trip to the highlands?

I've seen
My favorite places,
You know, the quiet ones,
Where the loudest sound is breath

I do remember the
Pplaces where you feel
beautiful, like the riverbed
that spoke of the mountaintop
Where you cried, because it had been so long