R.M. Dolin, 2013
Marigolds in orange, departed hues of aging Bourbon; the blank calacas may mask the moment but cannot sequester the soul. Outward existence only. Vivir el momento, for soon it is gone.
The finality of no, like aging memories does not soften with time. He lights a candle and remembers her smile, her scent, and the way she calmed his conflicted soul. The tragedy of loss, does not soften with time.
