a purple sun sets in the window of a train
            sliding north up connecticut’s drainpipes
(away from the matchsticks of dutch glass,
            heads aflame in the clouds)
to a promised land whose leaves in gold painted masks
            curl in prayer toward a pale-smoldered sky;
whose nursing trees and wooled-up ithacan laborers
            wave from a cloven shore of pine—
te prometí que yo regresaría, i cry.
            acá aprendí confiar en mí mismo.

Hayden Bunker previously studied poetry at Goddard College in Plainfield, VT, and Hellenic International Studies in the Arts in Paros, Greece. He has a background in youth and community theater, and is currently finishing a B.A. in English Literature at Reed College in Portland, OR.

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