Molly Beane Poetry | October 22, 2019 | Guatemala City, Guatemala
An enlightened man dissolves
either / or
by holding a piece of paper in the palm of his hand.
pulp from a tree
a worker who has hopes, fears, love, and dreams –
Then he sets the paper aflame.
Watch it burn. Where is the paper now?
They have become
the smoke that tickles my nose
the blue sky