in five syllables
i can see through midnight words
love’s taste in my mouth
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
Feliz Navidad
city limits lights
summer-like sun poinsettias
green Christmas this year
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
Cartagonova
top of the mountain
castle’s view our Carta cake
Nova ciudad
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