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Peru Poems

I always carry one of my Moleskin writing books with me wherever I go. Since I have several, I tend to just grab whichever is nearest to me. This morning I took the black book I carried with me to Peru. The poems scribbled there made me cry, and I thought I'd share a few of them here.

Happy Anniversary
Ten years ago
today
I said, "I do."
Two words.
A promise
that only young fools
think they can keep for a lifetime.

And it rained...
so hard that my hair
curled and my mascara
slid beneath my eyes--
black tracks.

And we laughed
in front of your father's camera
that we filled with memories
in black and white.

And we didn't know
what waited for us
behind the veil of years.

The secrets hiding in
hotel rooms.
The animosity lurking in
our hidden losses.

And how we've changed.

I woke this morning
in another world
and sat by the other ocean.

Alone.
Strong.
Independent.

I found my voice
in Spanish.

And if I could go back
Ten years
I'd do it again--the same,
because it's the reason I'm here
in Peru.


In the Neighborhood Park Just Before Sunset
I wish I could be a
young lover again--

When all it took to be
happy in love
was a boy and a girl
and a place
together--

Where you talk about
nothing and everything
forever--

A smile in
each other's eyes
in between flirting glances
and sloppy, fumbling
kisses.

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