time to gather myself

I made it for the hills
behind the poetic buildings
to take some time to collect my
thoughts again, but I'm fine, dandy.

My poems look great
and everybody seems to like them,
even if ain’t lucky to have a single review,
sorry, my mistake, except Gustavo's, the man.!

Dear,
I know you know I love
the marvelous evenings and
this amusing line of thinking
as much as you love tea before noon,
in the evenings or at the middle of the night.

Here’s the truth, I know I’ve steered my lovely poetry
over shallow and rocky waters and been near to go over the
cliff or found myself sinking on booze and all for going against your amour,
but this has to stop, perhaps it could when I go back to church, but my gosh,
beer tastes so good and the girls legs like mint leaves or a fresh ripe peach fruit.

Fidel Guerra. Oregon, Sep, 2021.