Poem by Roger Casanatan
The Livida almond leaf falls zigzag over the small grass.
The funeral echo will emerge from the deadly fall.
Forever deprived of the trembling of the wind. You will never hear a twitter when you enunciate the extinction of twilight.
The docile branch will miss the restlessness and family existence. Hours later in the nest of shadows, rest, glimpse absence. Fall inexorably naked to all plants. It is time to cry at the inevitable design of nature.
Therefore, I bleed the leaf when it took off: seven days, seven hours, seven minutes of surprise and I longed for spring.