Hammocks for Hobos by Sergio A. Ortiz

Build the sunrise,

go from one side to the other

like eternal oscillating strangers

wandering from bed to bed.

Airports, exceptional tickets

to → the scenery.

Adventures expire every third day.

The guy in room 1411

consumes dreams.

No matter how much

a dragonfly flies

it never becomes a bird.

Tourist are just nostalgia.

 


Sergio A. Ortiz is a two-time Pushcart nominee, a four-time Best of the Web nominee, and 2016 Best of the Net nominee. 2nd place in the 2016 Ramón Ataz Annual Poetry Competition sponsored by Alaire publishing house. He is currently working on his first full-length collection of poems, Elephant Graveyard.

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