Thursday, June 9, 2011

Sol

Why won't he come out?
He was there yesterday with the birds and their sweetness
and the squirrels that clambered up the mango trees.
He was there when Jose threw his shoes up
so they would tell their story to all our street.

Yesterday abuelo played dominoes outside
complaining about him the whole time
while tio brought in freshly cut cilantro
from his backyard huerta
and his father... well, his father made the best damn empanadas that day.

But today he's out sick it seems
and his sister has stuck her head through our windows
and she thinks she's ruined it,
the party were were going to throw for Esperanza.
But let me tell you something,
we can dance anywhere.


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