domingo, 19 de janeiro de 2014

Puerto Vallarta

(work in progress) 

Para “los muchachos del taller”

i.  gringos y mexicanos.

 El gringo viejo saunters into the hotel lobby
carrying a steaming plate of tacos for the young
receptionist, his love for another
country bleating in the language he
speaks, his slow ear, his stiff tongue
turning melody into a roll of pebbles

 So that must be it:
to love without understanding
or just with whatever
you can understand and
that’s enough.  To walk hardly
bending your knees, to reach out
to whomever will not
turn away.  is that me
he sees now?


Canadian summers,
Mexican winters, lucky the
ones who can always have
the best of both worlds.

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