these are the wrong notes,
not the right ones
as you by now must have realized
the wrong ones,
if you must also know,
since the right ones haven’t worked out
nature letting her hair grow too long
or shaving it
as if she were in mourning
the sun distancing himself
or coming closer
and violating somebody’s private space
the moon not feeling shortchanged
or left out
but right at home in obscurity
these are the bars of the song,
participation
or improvisation is encouraged
c. a. campos, 2009.
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