Alberto Ríos

The border fence,
The crossing chain links, the twisted wires:

The fence is strung like two harps
At cross-purposes,

Two harps at the same time:
One with its strings up and down,

The other with its strings sideways.
To make music this way

Is difficult. To hear
The song of the two harps

Requires someone ready to play.
We are waiting.

from the book NOT GO AWAY IS MY NAME / Copper Canyon Press
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