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