cool nights

These exquisite nights,
bright stars and yourself
may be responsible for this poem.

Perhaps, none of the above
and after all I’ve to thank this beer
for the awesome or fuck up work of thought.

I may have difficult time naming this
and it’s not a big deal. It’s a small poem
from a dude who loves poetic cold nights.

Fidel Guerra. Oregon, august 2021.

 

Gus,
even if you didn’t comment
I am pleased you liked my poem.
It is important for you to know and have confidence
in my Tamaulipecas abilities to respond to all likes alike as possible.

yours,,
Fidel Guerra.

 

Amen Bro... sometimes I wish I was more expressive with my comments... But I'm a creep.

 

Gus, no worries man,
we’re on the same boat. Thoug, I favor rather simple words and from these I travel
long distance away from my poquito-English comfort zone. We'll never get it all right
but you are good and I look at your writings/comments and merely for learning purposes.

Take care bro,

Fidel Guerra.