The crosses evergreen
Barely sway
Against lavender night overcast
Messengered birds
The blackbirds of absent moons
La cruz negra
Smoldering cigarillos
In the silent compositional space
The silent enrichment of love aged like wine
In some foreign cellar
Now just bitter
Just dry enough
To give taste
To savor the gentle sweetness
So sudden to come on
The vistas open like the heavens’ canopy
Like the love we harbor home
The crosses’ treetop silent swans
In utterance the Godly tome
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