San Jose Nights Poem by jerome moore

I stand bare-footed in a room where sad bony dogs chase their tails.
The open air wafts with hints of Cansadas and tangy fried plantains,
and the poison exhaust of lawless taxis and overcrowded buses, snaking through the narrow frantic streets like battalions of red ants.

Casa Ridgeway tucked away in a shanty like painted closet on avenida six calle 15

friends for peace
revolutionsary
Archbishop Oscar Romero,
Mahatma Gandhi, /
Martin Luther King,
Mother Teresa,
Linus Pauling,
Anne Frank,
Chief Seattle,
Aung San Sun Kyi,
Leo Tolstoy,
and George Bernard Shaw.
candle light nocturne
pleasure echoes around the sleepy casa and the rains fall in the terra firma gardens
the night moist air invades our love and the dogs howl to the night that fell asleep