Chicano Poet

Friday, April 09, 2010

Star Girl

You don’t move
out of the way of a star:

Snow caresses sunlight
with its cold white hand.

Hot air may build
far away.

The barrio bellys up,
darker and madder.

I hustle the street
to give up its fight.

Still, I have only you
to think about.

You dance through my life
with a slashing motion.

The rounded valley
where a star escaped into the sky.


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