Chicano Poet

Friday, November 13, 2009


(slight Mexican memories of Las Cruces)

Oh to be Navajo
and allergic to horses and hay

an eagle on duty

the red mesas
become light bulbs at dusk

elders have a funny way
of making laws

flying like children in the skies

the boy
herding sheep of dust


At 8:18 PM, Blogger Sheryl said...

I like this!

--especially "sheep of dust"

At 1:37 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Cuando escribes algo buen siempre me da alegria. Este poem es lindo, pero sin pisar tus pies, te digo que el titulo le quita and I do not want to be your critic; pero el poema esta muy linda para el titulo y tus recuerdos como son relatados en este poema son mejor que un "shithole"

Con Amor,
Esmeralda Bernal

At 3:37 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I meant "shitcase" y no "shithole".

E Bernal

At 11:36 AM, Blogger RC said...


At 11:42 AM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,Esmeralda.Yes,the title of the poem is a little obscure,but shitcase is a little too personalized slang,and you're probably right,perhaps I did choose unwisely.Thanks,again,Esmeralda,I always appreciate your comments.


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