what i wanted to write
in my semi narrative verse
aspens like shooting stars
on my ears and neck

connection to world
momentarily cut
as we walk along citahdel
stone covered path

as we carry three girls
on our backs up the hill
before stopping for iPhone
photo without full moon
perfect Porto tree and cathedral

what i wanted to say
in my spanglishportuguese
is that love comes forth

in more colors
than the rubio golden lights
of a stolen Christmas
that i could never
with merry words
whisper across the table