Chicano Poet

Friday, February 11, 2011

Nowhere Man

2013 was supposed to be
a new beginning

they would take
to the sea

they would go
to that land

the priests
had shouted about

from the top
of the temples

on Roosevelt Street

a Mexican
about forty eight or so

tried to
supersede his life

a crumpled brown paper bag
lay on the cracked sidewalk

nowhere to be found

it irked him
that his raza was nowhere too


At 10:32 AM, Anonymous bernadette said...

Hi Reyes,
I like these recent poems. Especially like the poor mother with the poet son. Is life in the barrio not much changed. So it would seem from your descriptions. Was in an El Paso barrio recently. Felt very at home.
Good wishes, Bernadette

At 12:08 PM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,Bernadette.Never lived in a big city barrio.But had a lot of friends in San Antonio back when I was growing up.


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