THE TURTLE

Armando Hazaveh Salazar

There is a turtle on the rock nearest the shore 
In the cemetery pond, in the sun
Where I used to walk my friend’s dogs.
I am not there to see the turtle
Or my friend anymore or 
The sun and the pond. 
I am quite sure the turtle is there though,
Unless it is dead. They die sometimes. 
Every poem is about death.
Every poem is about the fact that it is a poem.
If the turtle is dead, it is still
In the right place.