Cinquains On Mexico Ii Poem by Francis C. Spataro

Cinquains On Mexico Ii



Blue-black
Mestizo feet
like Jesus' sandaled feet.
Would I let Him in my salon
for tea? Love birds
smiled by, hand in
hand, pock-marked morenos;
Anglos were sad at the brothel door
nearby. Water-
lilies walking,
picked in Xochimilco
where we know the floating flowers
don't walk!

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