Border Country.(Poem)

 
BORDER COUNTRY 
 
   Winter bleaches bright 
   These borderline days 
   Here, Spain and Portugal end or begin 
   And within, a frontier notion 
   A crossing back if not re-start 
   The heart's foot wary. 
 
   Hooted nights here aren't scary 
   Though this old house so remote 
   Death would require days 
   To be reported, quoted 
   ("El extranjero, un poco raro.") 
   Kindly overcoated by frost? 
   Gone grey the fire. 
 
   With no sad wish to expire 
   A tenet of the path I weave 
   Is to meditate, envision 
   The myriad ways to leave 
   Dotted line, small print of loss 
   Anticipation de-barbing the border 
   All must cross 
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