Elva Macías: Two Poems

Sign

What hand, opening, does not unfold its shadow?

Game

You go around and around the almond tree.
At your steps
the partridge fly up
and out of the nighttime story,
a winged horseman and a hat
intimidate you.
It’s your silent daylong game.

Translated by Caroline Davis Goodwin

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