Chicano Poet

Saturday, September 26, 2009

FOR AN EMPTY 
MORNING


my thoughts
like anxious bees
go probing
into the 'why' of things:

for I sit here, complacent
while penitent beings
like spectres void of hope
pass before me
in sorrowful procession

yet, in my shop of
timid dreams
what song could I invent
that would sustain them
—that would serve as bread
for an empty morning?

—Angela de Hoyos
San Antonio, Texas

1 Comments:

At 9:41 PM, Anonymous Anisa said...

beautiful!

 

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