Chicano Poet

Sunday, November 20, 2016

My Seguin

Remember when Gaudalupe Street
ended just below Joe F. Saegert school
the drain pipe oozing into Walnut Creek
of course you don’t
you weren’t born yesterday
I was
and I’ll drag all those memories
around with me
until the day I die
and then my Seguin
the one that fills my head
will rise up into the sky
and come crashing back down
no one will hear it but me
and then it will be your Seguin

to do with what you will


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