she walked into a desert room <br />where the window looks out <br />directly to the open galaxy <br />where shooting a star <br />is the only common game <br /> <br />and the only trees <br />she saw are open hands <br />without roots <br />the people maybe <br />had walked out from <br />there a long time ago <br /> <br />(but how did she really know?) <br /> <br />the only water there was a drop <br />hanged frozen <br />between the ceiling and the floor<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-carlota-de-pio/
