Chicano Poet

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

The Hero

Shoot the lock off the strongbox
which holds my feet to the fire
she said from inside in a little girl voice
as the plates on the back of a stegosaurus
slid past
a gray smile on its ancient face
vociferous trees bent down
in the path which recited purples

once the lock was off
a grown naked woman
whose long blonde hair crowed
stepped out and into my arms


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