reborn every lap of the day
on cold mornings or quiet
the wind whistles in the blast huge
of a smile. My bones
spin the flag of a cherry tree in spring
and I am reborn, mother
in open view of the sunrise.
Mónica López Bordón
* Del libro "Myths Azules"
Cuadro * John William Godward
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