A POEM TO THE SD READER

Don’t take out
The poetry
It is the better
Part of you
San Diego
Needs poesy
That medicine
That helps keep
The balance
Of wellbeing
A border town
Without poetics
Becomes ill

Canción popular

Allá en la fuente había un chorrito se hacía grandote se hacía chiquito. Estaba de mal humor, pobre chorrito tenía calor.


MOVEMENT

The water
Becomes blue
The international constructers
Building the bridge
To the marketplace
Have finished
Their handiwork
And the angels
Keep flying
Making circles
Around the sun