Thunderstorm (poems)

Ana Cristina César.

(1952-1983)

Ana. The Poet.

drafts of tears bloom in the edge of my eyes as I read your words.

unspoken feelings reflect on your sunglasses

Whenever I hear your voice, 

I remember the smell of the neighbourhood where I grew up

I instantly hear the sound of all the kids stepping on the dry leaves that flooded the streets

Back when every street name was a different poem.

And by accident,

I found myself at your feet

asking for your blessing

every time I write.