Poems by
Shelton Pinheiro

Teresa

a poem by Shelton Pinheiro

There was a tiny old lady
who walked out softly at dawn.
As soft as the lacy wrinkles on her furrowed face
that was dawn itself to those who dwelt in the house of pain.
The cymini sectores were busy
sectoring her cymini,
while she had love to do after which
she walked out softly at dawn.