Flood: Years of SolitudeBy Dionisio D. Martínez
To the one who sets a second place at the table anyway.
To the one at the back of the empty bus.
To the ones who name each piece of stained glass projected on a white wall.
To anyone convinced that a monologue is a conversation with the past.
To the one who loses with the deck he marked.
To those who are destined to inherit the meek.
“Flood: Years of Solitude” from Bad Alchemy. Copyright © 1995 by Dionisio D. Martínez. Used by permission of W. W. Norton & Company, Inc.
Source: Bad Alchemy (W. W. Norton and Company Inc., 1995)