Ernesto Priego's Cities

I
had to
learn to pronounce

you
under the
influence of your

sky.
It was
all drunken walking,

with
love or
sadness or booze,

but
always drunk,
always surrounded by

the
beauty of
the living and

the
dead. Ghosts
slept with me

in
tiny rooms
surrounded by children,

and
your trees
and your snow

. . .
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Read the rest and "The Seventh City" at Never Neutral and check out the rest of the suite of stunning poems, each city built out of love and hay(na)ku bricks.