The Lingering Wound • poems by Simon Anton Niño Diego Baena

Pigeons Pick Their Crumbs in Front of the Cathedral

Every morning
I love watching them feed
on my canvas

Most miracles remain unnoticed
to the naked eye

Like tiny crystals
there are moments
children know nothing about

The murmuring clouds

That dying deer on the roadside

This aching sunset

Those spires of Prague in the distance