Poem on Tuesday night

by Juan Carlos Galeano, published in ISLE (Interdisciplinary Studies in Literature and the Environment), Spring 2014

Spending so much time in cities, the wind can’t help behaving like people

It is not true that

the wind’s


and mine

are so different

Just like me, the wind

dreams of impossible things

and the many things to be done

At the bar the wind and I

exchange stories

as in the olden days

One day when I was depressed, the wind came to tell me that he was also down

As in fairytales, more than …

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