Chicano Poet

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Camaron Que Se Duerme

Oh for a bite of your see-through thighs
against the rapids.

A net of nails
your mother built.

Family tree upsidedown
threatening laundry.

Oh for a taste of your heart
in the maddening crowd.

Your sweet blue eyes saying no
before the fall.

But in the middle of this river
we are one and the same with these pebbles.

Nature makes us natural
even facing a foe such as man.

Camaron que se duerme
se lo lleva la corriente.


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