Poems

The verses of wood

As I listened to the song
of fine words from the past,
they became baptized in the blaze/bonfire
of the verses of wood.
 
A hot lighthouse sent its signal
to a solitary boat
and guided it
in the tropical regions,
in the generous breast
of the Caribbean.
 
But I listened to the song,
and in the smoke of the blaze/bonfire
the verses of wood
crackled.