Wednesday, April 25, 2012

To the one at the back of the empty bus

























Flood: Years of Solitude

To the one who sets a second place at the table anyway.
To the one at the back of the empty bus.
To the ones who name each piece of stained glass projected on a white wall.
To anyone convinced that a monologue is a conversation with the past.
To the one who loses with the deck he marked.
To those who are destined to inherit the meek.

To us.

Dionisio D. Martinez

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