21 Years

20 Jun

As I so often do on this day, I share an Octavio Paz Poem.

Coda

Perhaps to love is to learn
to walk through this world.
To learn to be silent
like the oak and the linden of the fable.
To learn to see.
Your glance scattered seeds.
It planted a tree.
        I talk
because you shake its leaves.

Happy 21st, bro. Your first one is on me, though I’m probably already complicit in your corruption.

One Response to “21 Years”

  1. Judy Sheriff June 20, 2019 at 8:38 am #

    Such a wonderful, brotherly tribute. Thank you.

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