Chicano Poet

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

A Hard Day's Night

The beetles have no hit songs
scurry on the stones of a brushy creek
along the low water crossing
in the park you love so much
with its foolish turtles
and minnows darting aimlessly
out of their spider heads

even here I love you so
and lust for your smile
and lust for the wonder of your eyes

my hard beetle heart black as night
without you

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