Poetry from Fhen M.

The Painted Porch 

at the side of the street of Campoyong
a space between the ligneous living room
& cacophony of the outside world
I sit here in the painted porch
watching the public crowd pass by

on the glass table on the tiled deck
reads a journal on realist painter
in his oil on canvas El Kundiman
a man plays a 1930s piano
& a maiden sings a love song
now mute indeed are tongue and heart

Krebs watches townspeople walk by
yet he remains on the periphery.


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