Creo que si … I believe

it will rain

tomorrow … I believe

the son of a bitch


is going into the river

I believe All men are

created equal–By your

leave a leafy

shelter over the exposed

person–I’m  a

believer creature

of habit but without

out there a void of

pattern older

older the broken

pieces no longer

salvageable bits

but incommensurate

chips yet must

get it back together.

As it gets now impossible

to say, it’s your hand

I hold to, still

your hand.


from Creo by Robert Creeley



Photo by Sandra Peterson Ramirez.