( The photo of the mailbox belongs to: http://blogs.clarin.com/tp2groisman/2009/11/11/sobrevivientes/ ) was red then
as blush, like anger. She kept flapping
desire and disappointment languor.
then was red like passion
as hell.
As might be waiting and longing
veiled brides, widows bygone.
was a secret treasure galleon tender,
sailing in the quiet of a different time
Honduras with patience and compliments
envelopes with blue velvet inside.
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