Rudolph and Vera (Seguidilla)

Think, a touch of red on white,
to blink or listen?
to merge the fixed and the cracked
and watch them glisten.
If tales become men
and life gave us time to write
we’d empty our pen.

Because you are a story
in melanin ink
fighting the world to be read
edited, black, pink.
Kindness in chaos
wrapped, breathe, time heals everything
and time will heal us.

LARDO