AS I FOLLOW YOUR STEPS

As I follow your steps leaving the kitchen

from the delicate toes

to the firm base of the ankle

I recall the Universe of routes that

brought me here.

Suddenly, your nakedness

waiting by the stairway

with a cup of wine

resting peacefully against the glorious tights

urged the duty and the pay to come.

THE SUMMER IS GONE

The summer is gone

with its mesmerizing shining sun

sudden hurricanes

bodies storming on the streets

and the students

sunbathing at the faculty courtyard.