Golden Gate Bridge
Jay with ropes
Keith with vodka
and I,
we have a friend
who invites us
who makes pavilions
of gold with fish and seaweed
who helps the family fly.
Like dreams fly
to wake you up from
the depths
on the back of the shadow
under the naked trill
of the birds,
that immensity of the
landscape,
and relief arises.
Go, he will teach you everything
without useless words.
Do you want to? From top to bottom
in a suit
while sipping a gin and tonic.
Jay with pills, Keith
in AA and I,
we have a friend who
has thousands of friends
who have come to
flutter their arms
in an effort to fly. Because wings will sprout,
festive garlands watered
with oceanic agony.
Go, lean against the railing
granting desire
its whims,
with firm hands,
bending your knees
while you contemplate the
sailing of a sailboat.
Jay, Keith, you, and I
we have a friend who
unites,
who dictates the path
where the vanishing points converge
the speed of the wind without
diverting the fall,
4 seconds, 121
kilometers
per hour.
© Juan Carlos Vásquez
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