https://www.beltwaypoetry.com/?p=53132&preview=1&_ppp=5460d9c5f0 Climber I Grab that pole and soar like a creeping vine The night cold will not bother me at all The relentless frost of dawn If I eat drink breathe It is grace already Toward my instinctual goal Sleepwalking automatic To one side papers packages debris Foul air Dense and impure words Between my … Sigue leyendo Climber (Enredadera): Pedro Granados, translated by Leslie Bary