Flores Para Los Muertos by Adrian Ernesto Cepeda

Hearing the glimmers
between every footstep
walking con mi abuelito
holding my quivering
manos en el cementerio,
feeling los espíritos, santos
vivendo in the wind—
seeing each grave itched
in R.I.P., sadness stone
as I stand among the weeping
welcoming the shivering—
my skin ignites goose-bumping
within us all of these spirits
I listen to the voices, blowing
whispers through the leaves,
no longer fearful among
the tearful signing crosses,
beyond the suits and dresses
silent gifts and prays, finger
besos for the living dead, somehow
still lurking, closing mis ojos—
embracing these whispers
intensely welcoming thoughts
awakening smiles of eternity;
in my head I am no longer
haunted, my eyes now open
for the first time, forgetting
the darkness, smelling
more than the flowers—
my mind abierto to these
beautiful presence—
feeling so many spirits
blinking light through me.
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Adrian Ernesto Cepeda is an LA Poet who is currently enrolled in the MFA Graduate program at Antioch University in Los Angeles where he lives with his wife and their cat Woody Gold. His poetry has been featured in Luna Luna Magazine’s Latino Poetry Project, Thick With Conviction, Silver Birch Press and one of his poems was named Cultured Vultures’ Top 3 Poems of the Week. You can connect with Adrian on his website: http://www.adrianernestocepeda.com/

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