Tuesday, July 10, 2007


by Aurelio Rico Lopez III

A voice beckons
Deep within the well,
Where ten years today,
Little Angela fell.

Amidst the tall grass,
Above a building breeze,
Remorse’s heavy load,
Drops me to my knees.

A little child’s voice
Unforgiving, yet hushed;
Do you remember, Papa?
This is where you pushed.

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