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she sells goat's cheese, not my favorite
plying the beach ramada to ramada
at times she sits with me
lowering the basket from her head
her clothes are worn, patched
i roll eggs, beans, chorizo into a tortilla
hand it away, she always accepts
then throwing her arm over the chair
she begins the badinage
i understand little sometimes
others, far too much of humanities plight
i too throw my arm over the chair
rattle slowly in my aspiring Spanish
making verbal notes of words
similar in English and Spanish
she teaches verbs, vernacular
we share more than just language
if you would stand afar
you would think us old friends
lost in the chatter of complaints
news, reminiscing, and aren't we
the same expressions, gestures
friends in small talk
sharing a similar nature
delivering the points quite well
it is a beautiful day
we are happy to be alive
sharing breakfast, languages
she returns to her vending
soon Isabella will be by
with my freshly baked banana bread
Jorge will drop off the tamales
sometime this afternoon
and i will have gone to the bank
for money, Maria's children
are in need of school clothes
i return to the waves rolling in
watching the pelicans
riding the uplift provided by the surf
this is what i need, not poetry readings
life is a continuous poetry affair
that moves thru existence on wings
of opportunity to grasp it
cherish its every moment
neuropathways accompanying Death
in little smiles, no one hears

         San Blas   91

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