You didn't yet use chanel. . .
You didn't yet use chanel
you used avon still
it was that afternoon below the trees
afternoon of such wind and rain clouds
you wore your green dress
with stripes green and greener and greener
and I brought three pesos and huarache sandals and a book I believe
that east slope
we kissed clear and the leaves on the tree stirred themselves
and the dry leaves on the ground of dry leaves too stirred
and the dry leaves crunched beneath our hugging bodies. . .
tr. by Krista Ingebretson