Chicano Poet

Monday, February 23, 2015

The Rattle

The stone
which rattles in my heart

for her
and for her kind

hits on my face
by whatever

good or evil
not of my creation

yet tastes so sweet
to my senses

my heart's pounding
can not still the stone

and with this
I must live forever

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