dream days...

dream days

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Oh, my past days—

they used to walk in their sleep

and I used to lean on them.

Love and dreams are two parentheses.

Between them I place my body

and discover the world.

Many times

I saw the air fly with two grass feet

and the road dance with feet made of air.

My wishes are flowers

staining my days.

I was wounded early,

and early I learned

that wounds made me.

I still follow the child

who still walks inside me.

source: selected poems (Yale University Press, 2010)