Missing Juan Cazorla

on the day I tell my daughter it is 

mourning dove with a “u”

I remember you are gone

And count the things I used to say

About your father, your brothers

All named the same

(Like all those George Formans)

I still do not 

Know which fight you lost 

Left to

Cut through the jungle path 

To the sea, to the sea serpent country 

where we were young 

all together.

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