Listo Sin Saberlo

Any next step is sweet surprise
dulce sorpresa inesperada
for the mijo or the viejo
en ambas direcciones
in the realm of human times
the best has no leeway
like the ripening of a peach
just one apt momentito
to speak the perfect palabra
when the ear is soft, ready
to be handled without bruising
reach in knife slim, sharp
to remove the pit, the pith
to re-embody it fitly
in syllables of gold, folded
up around the core in palms
attentive to the gentle need
to not spoil the holding
before handing it over
to the one not even
knowing he was waiting
will inclined
mouth open
ojo preparado.

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