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Simon Anton Niño Diego Baena


For Federico Garcia Lorca

I want to find you

like a talisman
keep you nearer

but the mound stays undiscovered

I dream of beaks
and gilded mirrors
of creaking doors

dawn could never reveal that body

of dark alleys
of light craving exits

no eyes ever saw
the wound

I want all cisterns opened
but the trail ends

where I begin
the lone rider ages ago already entered Cordoba

Simon Anton Niño Diego Baena

Simon Anton Niño Diego Baena spends his spare time on the road with his wife, Xandy. His work has appeared in The Cortland Review, Catamaran Literary Reader, Chiron Review, Cider Press Review, Construction Literary Magazine, Osiris, The Bitter Oleander, and elsewhere. His first chapbook, The Blood Is Within The Architecture (PAWN Press), will be out late this year, or next year.

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