Poema en inglés publicado en: Multilingual Anthology: The Americas Poetry Festival of New York 2016

The shittiest apples in the world, which are pretty darn great!

Those who have apples would know that I have the shittiest apples in the world;

but for those who have none,

my apples might look pretty good.

And since I never had apples before,

for I grew up amongst guava, mango and avocado trees,

these apples I have now are not bad at all.

This morning around 10, the grass was wet,

the leaves were falling,

the trees were yellowish, some even red.

Between a fine rain and a light mist,

bucket in hand, in my mud boots up to the knees,

I walked around and under my apple trees.

The leaves were wet and poured on me.

And my apples really don’t look that great;

but, for someone who has no apples, my apples,

these apples might just be the best!

I don’t care that they are bitter,

that some even might have no taste.

I have picked them, I have washed them,

and I keep them for their smell: on my desk, at the office;

on my writing table, at home;

on the night stand, by my bed;

and all over my books, between shelves.

My apples, I keep them all over the place.

I know, I have been told: I have the shittiest apples in the world.

But,

this morning I picked my own apples,

and for one who never had any before,

my apples are pretty darn great!

  

11:18 a.m.

October 3, 2009

Lebanon, NH

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