“Have you forgottenthat you can neverbe caughtif you stillheartrees cracklingand growlingif you can hearthe onedit of gravelfall overthe otherdit of gravelin the wind,if you can still countthe red berrieson the bushesand divideby the numberof birdsin the yard,if you can recollectthat youare descendedfrom somegrovethat no longerstands,a groundyou came fromstillrun throughby El rio –abaio rio,the riverbeneath the … Continue reading A found poem