SUN UP

but no radiance

a mourning dove peeks through the window

that memory has labored to bury

the view of skyscrapers

underneath Brooklyn bridge

outside the taxi streets

I’m already tired of waiting

Tehran is far from Jerusalem

so please come and visit

but don’t take the goblet away from me

get the altar instead

or just paint the sun

and write

something useless

for the great César Vallejo has long been dead

while the breathing mannequins stay in their cubicles

yearning for the rain

I will never leave the door open

I need to carry these ruins

beyond the confines of this room

down into that empty toilet 

Simon Anton Nino Diego Baena 

Baisanon International Poet