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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Michael Riedell


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If I Were to Go

it would be to find a bench
in the plaza of a far-off Mexican town

where church bells ring on the hour
and pigeons live on puddle water and tossed bread.

I'd join the old men, be a mute among them,
watching sun stretch west and young lovers gather.

Yes, I would play chess. Yes, I would cough.
I would be a fool with stained shirts and memories.

And I would whisper to the boy strolling hand in hand
beside the girl with green ribbons wound in her braids:

Espera, espera, mijo.
Hay dulzura en esperar.

Wait, wait, my boy.
There is sweetness in waiting.