Allan Peterson

 

 

Any Given Moment

 
Thanks

 

 


Seaside looking out over its nouns,
arrow already moody for its taut string,
the cured preparing milagros
of silver, arms and eyes
of copper washed in gold and mounted
in a scene loaded with clovers,
all thanks for recovery as when Cortéz
was cured of a scorpion
having had it foretold by burning a crutch
and wooden leg before the Virgin,
and so had a replica made by plateros
discolored by venom and swollen in gratitude.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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