Bandera
I offer nothing in return, and in offering, receive.
My mouth is a river
whose current bears no words,
but the silence is not of my making.
Notice the streets and their grey
hunger, the rain and the sun
passing by much
as one passes an unopened door.
That question, unvoiced.
That shiver preceding the icy touch.
You may deny my motives.
You may deny my existence and
the very notion of shape unto form.
I offer nothing, and in offering, receive.
“Bandera” first appeared here in May 2015, and was subsequently published in The Basil O’Flaherty in November 2016.
O at the Edges 
Another intrigue to ponder!
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Bandera is that kind of place…
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Eloquent and hauntingly beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Thanks very much.
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A wondrous poem Robert, and these lines evoked my imagination.
“Notice the streets and their grey
hunger, the rain and the sun
passing by much
as one passes an unopened door.”
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Thank you, Ivor. Bandera is an interesting place…
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Again another amazing piece of work. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for reading it!
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“the streets and their grey hunger”❤️
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I was in Bandera just yesterday. An interesting small Texas town.
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