everyday castle
their intrigue piqued on Lisbon
view held in Christ’s hands
daughters
Ring the Bell
a simple request
lost in a child’s dream world
wishes we can’t see
Twelve Stations
she stands at cross twelve
Sunday sun rays her halo
stairs before, after
Insuficiente
miscommunicate
her words pearls in our hearts
to you bits of sand
This Video Game World
twelve classrooms a week
chaos read top to bottom
i just want to teach
offer renewal
before you even pay me
you think I’d come back?
violence overflows
excited mouths of young boys
and you wonder why
who will my girls find
in this video game world
boys forever boys
our culture reaches
the heart of Spain synchs its beat
yet bites without teeth
She’s Still Mine
nit picking anew
combing through six-year-old’s hair
mundane task of thanks
La Infestación de Los Piojos
My View:
infesting nightmare
day lost to money, combs, baths
laundry for a week
Their View:
forever children
they compete for who has more
cheer to share a bed
Our View:
an experience
shared across generations
our everyday life
Transcontinental
leaves dipped in silver
Cartagena at Christmas
aspens sparkle bright
three languages shared
tapas’ tastes mingled in mouths
a tree to top all
their legs race uphill
grasping youth of December
how i love my girls
Be Obscure. Clearly
my six a.m. voice
travels across our heart line
you always speak truth
i wait for her words
though i know they’ll never come
my childhood relived
how I’ve ached for this
flash of your love from a dream
you my new ideal
hidden in moments
these cryptic windows of life
they’ll never find us
Españalution
early morning dark
we part with unanswered moon
new day hope awaits
history beckons
brighter than a ship’s home flag
Españalution
the wallet declines
what Señor Pérez offered
why some tell us no
words cannot define
Barcelona’s blue sky view
man made God-loved art
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