…ed& this hellas my seething insides failto recedeand feeling trumps abstract teachingonce moreas I find myself wishingto be born againas a peaceful silent playful monkeygrooming in these treeswith no thoughtof tomorrow or today.
What a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.
London-based, Cuban writer. Author of “Cuban, Immigrant, and Londoner” https://uk.bookshop.org/a/6886/9781528994293 https://acubaninlondon.medium.com/membership
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