From here I see a roof
where goldenrod grows
(and tell those weeds
breaking cement
suspended ground and air)
see sparrows, thrushes
and a little bit of heaven
between buildings
am I working?
not
contemplative am I a saint?
not
the universe
separates this window
all my fellow
are bodies left
breath and song
secret
no
expected that
me.
Alexander Schmidt (Villa Maria, Cordoba, 1955), Industrial School , Ediciones Recovecos, Córdoba, 2008.
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