wheel things in the light and at night, turn
furniture, tools, utensils of
furniture, tools, utensils of
weather
creak, creak, its catalog as vast as the sea,
the ghost with pots and pans echoes in
the kitchen,
uncovers a bottle high, line the cups,
umbrellas, shoes, books, guitars and clothes
arrived from the caves, shrouds, necklaces,
objects that have lost their reason,
hit in the chest, on the edge of the wind and lightning
,
insane presence of objects at the edge of man,
surrounding the mysterious source of existence,
prey to hunt, full of temptations
splendid and squalid gifts of the gods,
the Christ with mercy old
dishes and shared the miracle, shared utensils,
blood ties with a pitcher blessed.
Each to their stuff,
heritage of countless subjects,
china, wood, glass, steel, smoke.
Al Pharaoh leave the service of death,
their belongings, perfume bottles, headbands.
many things around our steps
while moving in the ground to
over the coffee.
ENRIQUE MOLINA
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