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Naivete


How kind yet well-worn were the winds

which blew over hills

to push the mill of Quixote?

But time changes temperament

so sentiments

forget about substance

and begin to carry anything

which turns

them young.

And so it goes the blades

were tipped

with a breeze

And bullets were helped into flesh

before the body

had time

to understand naivete)

(for Lorca)