Wandering Wonder
By Armando Ortiz
Wandering soul of wonder,
under the noon sun splendor.
Meandering through the summer,
inside a jacaranda temple.
A gentle river in late september,
cooling our feet from a day’s labor.
I close my eyes to open them again,
and feel the season’s tenor.
The next moment seems frozen,
her touch is forever tender.
An easterly breeze sweeps,
making trees sway gentle.
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