I’ve never been to the Azores but they beckon me.<\/p>\n
Small, gracious, resplendent, Atlantic archipelago,<\/p>\n
fiercely independent, tiny islands of breath-taking<\/p>\n
hydrangea-bordering, green meadow, mountain<\/p>\n
lacunae, cloud-filled, like hookah puffs adrift, I<\/p>\n
breathe your lyrical language in my sleep, ever<\/p>\n
since your letter, 38 years ago, when you wrote<\/p>\n
“I’m in the Azores, now, telecommunications unit.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Driving the Aston Martin through the Alps would<\/p>\n
have to wait until the next furlough, which never<\/p>\n
did come. You disappeared–for 35 years–with the<\/p>\n
words, “the Azores,” embedded in my loneliness,<\/p>\n
a magical place that holds your shadow, my dreams<\/p>\n
and our youth, captive on volcanic Terceira, in-<\/p>\n
caved in Gruta do natal, where dark secrets glow.<\/p>\n
Lembro-me dos a\u00e7ores que nunca vi.<\/span><\/pre>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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