The Rocks by Ivan Guerrero Najera

The Rocks

I counted more grass than bald patches
And the golden, chipped Buddha just watches
While I figure my luck
And this beauty that blossoms and hatches

Six trees got cut down in the rain
Surroundings turn leaves green in vain
The hawks circle above and about
While I watch my dark shadow sustain

Sent Eva to fetch all the firewood
She stared at the hawks as they stood
Gliding atop all the singing of birds
And singing the tune of dawn’s sunny mood

The rocks all around are the theme
And everything’s stitched at the seam
The beige bark and the green of the grass
Attend mass in the woods of this dream

Push this rock away, for goodness’s sake
Let the fox sleep and the bear lie awake
We’ve got Eva to bark at the edge of the ridge
Past a bridge under 80, this lake


by Ivan Guerrero Najera

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