Thursday, January 7, 2010

This is a poem of Denver's that I forwarded to Monica,
because Neruda alway makes her pause . . . .

this is Pablo Neruda Avenue
she said
and unbuttoned the top button
of her jeans

may I walk along it?
he asked

only if you bring me
a line by Pablo Neruda
she said

he was silent for a moment

and then he said
The memory of you emerges from the night around me

whisper it
she said

and he whispered it
as evening fell
on Pablo Neruda Avenue

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