—
i was just
so high,
higher than a sunrise
and i was just
so low,
lower than the moonglow
i thought i’d die
by 25,
not by choice
but by surprise
i thought i’d break
a bone by now,
Superman is in town
i thought i saw
my mother’s ghosts,
in every single
word i wrote
and i was just
so high,
higher than a sunrise
and i was just
so low,
lower than the moonglow
i think i die
at 45,
not by choice
but by surprise
i think i’ll break
some bones right now,
Spaghetti Western style
my father’s ghost
is what i saw,
he looked like
he saw it all
the sunrise,
the moonglow,
what’s above
and what’s below
i looked at him,
he looked like me,
that’ll be
enough for me
—
“sunrise, moonglow”
©Steven Cuenca
I really like this one. I’m starting to get a sense from your writing of some significant parallels in both our life experiences. Keep going!
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That’s so awesome to hear. Thank you for reading!!
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