3 Poems. By By Luis Cuauhtemoc.
Greet The Day
I opened my eyes.
A solitary bird sang
outside my window.
I greeted the day
with a yawn and
a miserable mood.
Somewhere else,
laughter and children
playing. I was once
like them. Now I work
and I get worried about
paying bills and work.
I would like to be like
the solitary bird outside,
greeting the day with song.
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Saturn's Historian
I flew in
from the rings
of Saturn.
I bathe in
the river
while moonlight
shines down on
my body.
This helps me
adapt to
the earth's soil
and surface.
Someday I
will return
to Saturn.
But first I
must study
this strange place.
I need to
report back
and record
what I learn
for Saturn's
history books.
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Too Cold
Too cold to write.
I should try and
clean up the house.
This would keep me
warm and the house
would be cleaner.
But I try to
write and with cold
hands write down these
few words. Outside
hammers and nails
provide a back beat
to my day.
I'm sure they're warm.
But I have an
off day today
and feel lazy.
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