Zaldy Infante

And that bird. She will wait and I will come to her.

adjust vision adjust

paint

write

me

me

a

a

novel

picture

Hey! Are you a dreamer?

i’m fasting from isms and ologies.

Let me think about it.

i, too, will make a curtain blazer
and dance with her,
until the moonlight melts
into the new day’s aurora.

when evening sets,
she…

he walks along a dusty path
alongside the train tracks
the sole of his left boot tattered
he clenches his scabrous hands…

re move.

un t a n gl e.

restore.

Rule 1. Don’t follow rules.
Rule 2. Follow Rule 1.

the wooden leg
and cast of the shadow beckons

the sliding door
opens along at full speed

lay your head down on the pillow

g e n t l y

breathe

like cloudy mondays
and paper p…

there’s a story that has never been told. SHE SAYS.

interrupted,
HE ASKS what is it?

SHE SMILES.

and SAYS again, as I said, there’s a story that has never been told.

the
intent
of
her
silence
passed
over
notions
of
capture
and
containment

whisper
s l o w l y
your hair smells lovely.

an underlying beauty
perpetuates
both silencing
and deafening

hoard the cache
until the moment

you are free.

Paper foundations and plastic mugs
Sprout from the basement

Where o where does solidity grow?

Hay penthouses and stick galleries
Gather by the dozens

Where o where does durability gr…

Behind their idols, they silently scream
Here they pay for another’s respect
Here they bribe
Here they consume
Just another conquest of glory

In defiance we stand
Uncontrolled by their …

still stillness
subtle subtleties
seashores she soars

she soars.

hear again
yes i’ll hear again
she cries her heart
barriers of burden
have temporarily spoken
hear again
yes i’ll hear again

i’ll hear her heart again.

let us paint this blank canvas together.

can you make it there with me
between the rows of trees

for they tell tales of fallen leaves and sorrow springs

of stretched branches and wild winters

hear them tell their tales