When people see her in the street
On her way to work or the market place,
They see the sway of her dress
And the beauty of her face;
...
I can’t remember when
I felt anything for myself
Except for revulsion and contempt;
I haven’t been worried for years
...
It is good to sing songs
Or walk the boulevard path
Of a parade,
To read a book beside flowers
...
Sexy Mexicana
Walking among sunlight flowers
Little brown body in bloom
Like an exotic garden
...
If girls stop smiling
At the malls on Saturday,
If beautiful cats on porches
And window sills
...
You can dance
Like a drunk
In the summer night,
Laugh with strangers
...
I walk through river mist
Remembering the feelings when we kissed,
Too many days forlorn in a foggy past,
Abandoned and tossed away.
...
My heart is fatigued
Sitting in the rain
Remembering your eyes
And the way that you smile.
...
Sorrows gather
Like sidewalk puddles
In the disconsolate rain,
A parent conceals
...
If ever stranded
On a perilous highway
In a frightening city
Where every human smile
...