wheat.
it’s my favorite Spanish word
learned in studies
to present the idea of hay
for Halloween

for me?
wheat beer,
an entire liter.
we walked across town
in search of the path
that would lead our girls
to a view of 2000 years of history

we were interrupted
by clients who thought
1.5 liters of beer
could never be enough

we walked across town,
our children in tow
and this is my Spain
as pure as anything,
the real beer,
the Pilsner to top it off,
and the warmth we swam an ocean for–
our kids’ words intermingled
like love in a basket

Trigo
wheat
it’s what makes us
who we are