First Evening Walk Along the Avenida Alcalde Álvaro Domecq

Bitter oranges
slip onto the
asphalt. Eucalyptus

sweeps the wind
and pollen. August
rolls over into

September. September,
October. Having
turned 44,

I can’t say exactly
what it is I desire,
but I desire it

so much—I can
think of nothing else.

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Michael Homolka