Chicano Poet

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

from the fossil guy

Little Girl At Rush Hour

the sea had lost an arm
and was looking for it
in a splash somewhere now gone

in memory the splash
still hung in the air like a piece of wood
tree-rings placed by a dog’s paw

the side of a volkswagen
became wave after wave
hitting the shore

the blood of war
could be seen
squatted on the stars and stripes

the sea was right-handed
and had lost its right arm
a little girl jumped rope

on the neighborhood table
that had been dragged to the middle
of the yellow-sounding street.


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