Chicano Poet

Friday, October 23, 2009

Near Apocalypse

I woke up in New York City
and it was deserted

a lone woman surfaces after months
her sweetness verified by salt

my Hebrew arrogance
washed down a gutter by dirt

we embrace in fear and anger
warm like broken bricks

the sea splashing against a street
subway submerged in wonder

the grasses like us
grow with no names


At 1:24 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bien dicho. Why do I like your poetry? Because you write of the ordinary in a very unique style. I am very proud of a Chicano who writes in the manner you do.

Esmeralda Bernal

At 2:57 PM, Blogger Sheryl said...

the grasses like us
grow with no names



At 12:37 AM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,Esmeralda,your comments are always appreciated.

And,thank you,Sheryl,hope your job search is successful very soon.I visit your blog every day.


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