Parading

Pebbles and sand erode from the cloth

and the white dress begins to flower once again, a
and the white dress begins to flower once again, a
and the white dress begins to flower once again, a
desert lily that will glow with moonlight. This white
desert lily that will glow with moonlight. This white
dress, says the wind, belongs to no one. What
dress, says the wind, belongs to no one. What
strange freedom this detachment from the living,
strange freedom this detachment from the living,
from the scrutiny of eyes that covet or desire, —Rigoberto González
from the scrutiny of eyes that covet or desire,
—Rigoberto González

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