Alberto Ríos Poems
|1.||A Small Story about the Sky||4/28/2015|
|2.||Perfect for Any Occasion||5/29/2015|
|3.||A Yellow Leaf||9/8/2015|
|4.||We Dogs Of A Thursday Off||3/3/2014|
|5.||The Chair She Sits In||3/3/2014|
|6.||When There Were Ghosts||3/3/2014|
|7.||Teodoro Luna's Two Kisses||1/20/2003|
|9.||When Giving Is All We Have||7/11/2015|
|10.||The Cities Inside Us||1/20/2003|
|11.||Day Of The Refugios||1/20/2003|
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Day Of The Refugios
In Mexico and Latin America, celebrating one's
Saint's day instead of one's birthday is common.
I was born in Nogales, Arizona,
On the border between
Mexico and the United States.
The places in between places
They are like little countries
Themselves, with their own holidays
Taken a little from everywhere.
My Fourth of July is from childhood,
Childhood itself a kind of country, too.
It's a place that's far from me now,
A place I'd like to visit again.
The Fourth of July takes me there.
In that childhood place and ...