There are escape roads in Valparaiso,
all marked.
Yellow poppies lighten the way
you might run
from where you can reach
the mountains,
the dry face of the Andes.
The tsunami might never come,
the sea stay calm
deciding to sleep
just a little longer.
Who will know?
There are escape roads in Valparaiso,
all named
and show you where to run
from the water
that sometimes beats its words
filling them with dead
and angry wood.
