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lorca

            heard water in the aqueduct
before dawn in la colonia

and if there had been light
could have seen childhood

water flowing is the shortest time
eternity is a poor word for this

what can be done about a dream
of black veils and a crucifix

what can be done when you’ve
forgotten your mother’s prayer

and only death listens to fear
only his body hangs on to him

smelling the road’s dust
hearing the rifle’s bolt