Cirilo Bautista Poems

Being spotted in the color of skin,
why I take care in San Francisco,
waiting for the bus to Iowa.
They say racial prejudice is strong,
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This poem
is for Picasso
who didn't have hair and looked like cheese.
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How hard I have made life for you, Cirilo,

Who wrestle with words to free my mind;
Your various battles, you do not know,
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As if he owned the ocean.
Here, one man’s dream explodes in
water, carved in splashing splendour
by lion teeth, angel mouth, breasts
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I walk along the shore of Lake Lucerne
The sunlight glimmers on the water
and pigeons eat crumbs under the trees.
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