Fernando Delgadillo
Miscellaneous
Herbal Conduct
Not long ago
I knew about that greenhouse
Where a man studied
Herbal conduct.
He was my friend for a while
And I was oblivious
To the secret of his profession
I didn't feel curious.
And he was talking
Of substances that dilute
The distances between
Human mind and composition.
Of emotions that make up
The stages of flora
And what had been achieved
Communication.
Some time later
I would remember the greenhouse
Where a man studied
Herbal behavior.
I stopped seeing him for a while
And now for the last meeting
I noticed something green
The tone of his skin.
Worried
I asked about his health
And he, worried, replied
That he never felt so good.
And immediately
He confided in me about his progress
With the flora and then
A certain extravagant perception.
And it was in synthesis
That he was working
With the essence of a plant
In pursuit of transmutation.
I stopped seeing him for a while
And now for the next meeting
I noticed something green
The tone of his skin.
Since I didn't look at it again
One afternoon I went to look for it
And after calling for a while
He came to open the door.
I saw his early green skin
And his hair a thicket
Of tiny
Stems in April.
He gave me
A long, deep look
Then he said
That he remembered me,
That he was busy
And that I should forgive him
And then he closed the door
And I left.
I saw in his hand the green branch
And his hair
They were thin shoots
Moist with green bushes.
Not long ago
I know of that greenhouse
Where a man studied
Herbal behavior