-Norena up the stairs-

When the door opens

To the second floor landing

At the top of the wooden stairway

Attached to the side of her house,

Norena steps out with her mother in tow.

His bicycle with the broken kickstand

Lays on its side

On the asphalt of the sidewalk.

Norena's brown eyes are round

And warm as the Islands of the Azores.

Her mother has the eyes of a mechanism

Cutting across her face like a chiseled

Vein at the wall of raw granite.

On the pavement, the bicycle

Calls his name in the voice of his first love.

                                    Quequechan