All doors open to the wind, the body’s hinges unloosed at the very last: derecho.
Derecho! No a mano, ni izquierda! Derecho.*
It is easy driving at that point of no return.
Go right straight into the night. No rights,
nor lefts, it is a one-way boulevard–it ends.
When it does end, the end becomes a start
of a shadow life–remembrances, memories.
They are all there is–they are highways
through doors that do not open anymore.
–Albert B. Casuga
*Straight ahead, no rights, not lefts. Go straight.