14.2.11

Spanish sunrise

At a lonely crossing of worlds at dawn,
I watched two sisters with round stomachs and cheeks
playing in the waking light.

A blue-eyed father hugged them
and whispered laughing secrets
in their ears. 

At once I saw
my past and future
rolled into one.

And I hoped for a blue-eyed man,
small armed hugs,
and tiny hands pressed against glass.

Maria

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