UNDER THE SAME SUN

UNDER THE SAME SUN

With cinnamon and nutmeg
She baked the days
under the same sun
that always waited for Her
with all of its ways
piggybacked

She unearthed sand songs
for crabs
and throw them into the wind
so the swallows
listen in mid-flight
the waves of the sea

I imagine Her as a girl
playing to be happy
before growing up too much
before giving birth to us
before this poem
before She left
and we could always remember Her
under the same sun

Edgar Bueno
April-12-2024

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Taken from the book
The Third Phrase From The Sun
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BN4TLJK7/
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https://riistas.wordpress.com/
Edgar’s page on the Riísta blog
https://riistas.wordpress.com/libros-de-edgar-bueno
Other books by Edgar
The book of animals and parks of Venezuela
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0986LSYN7
The Book of Edgar
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09MJFGZG4