Cordón
With gray fingers the rain
comes sketching the trees.
Behind the closed windows
people wake up to Sunday.
And the broken floor tiles shine
like the finery of the poor.
comes sketching the trees.
Behind the closed windows
people wake up to Sunday.
And the broken floor tiles shine
like the finery of the poor.
- Laura Chalar (via)
Laura Chalar was born in 1976 in Montevideo, Uruguay, where she trained as a lawyer. She is the author of six books, most recently Unlearning: Poems (Coal City Press, 2017).
I was delighted to find this poem on my first post-lockdown journey on the Underground - which was very empty at 11pm on a Sunday!
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