Chicano Poet

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

B. C.

The cave girl came out
to meet me.

Her prehistoric loincloth
for prediction only.

Her smile was natural
like one in a department store.

Her eyes shone
as if she’d gotten off a plane.

Reptiles circled
in their nervous way.

She touched my hand
there by the river.

I rushed back to the present
dragging the entire river with me.


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