Marching mostly inside herself
she came beating cane
cadence on cobblestones
in narrow street – San Miguel.

She seemed to bring the world
along with her – toothlessly – her tongue
clocked the doorways down.

She said she had lived
on only air – three months,
she said – only air.

(I wished to be filled with life, thus)


© Carlton Godbold 1987

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