droplets,
moisture,
drifting,
in the absence of sound,
caressing,
moving,
the softness of needles.
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clouds,
forgetting,
ignoring,
a place in the sky,
singing,
rejoicing,
as color replies.
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paths,
narrowing,
obscuring,
gone into the green,
my worries,
my thoughts,
are lost in the mist.
Prochida and Neruda
out on the horizon
rises a white cliff
of clustered dwellings
once the home
of Neruda
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gathered
with others
isolated defiance
angular facets
void of green
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Prochida calls out
in hopeless abandon
our path will not vary
out in the ocean
a cliff still stands.
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