Humberto Gómez Sequeira-HuGóS

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Poor Boy Pie

I do not have time
in my pocket to die.

I need a silver dime
to cook a poor boy pie.

I awoke in this rhyme
feeling like a butterfly,
fragile and sublime,
flurring in the morning sky.

HuGóS | 2-11-2021 | 6:21 a.m.
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