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| On the rooftop of the author’s home in Lima |
A chill
slides down, layer over layer over the roof tops of the houses in Lima, from
the Andes,
Over my patio rooftop, its umbrella, while
pitiless wings of birds search for
shelter…
Day after day in July the eyeless-sunless
sky has dominion!
The stars in the night are no nearer—
The fog-mouth of the sea drinks all the
sunlight in Lima, especially in Miraflores!
Makes everyone indolent.
Light in Lima in July is a fugitive with
one eye.
And the police are like nymphs in sleep
like statues.
No: 4759/7-13-2015
