Picnic In San Fernando
She lays the white cloth
on the ground of grass
and opens the cans of coke
with gentle flicks
On a little narra table
she sets the plates
each with three hanging rice,
and a quarter of lechon
While he broils ten sticks
of barbecue on the grill
wiping his sweat as they
trickle down to his cheeks
Smiles paint the little faces
of their children running against
the count of hide and seek
with the other kids in the plaza
as the embers dry to the cooling sun
she calls them all to gather round
hands washed, faces flashing
they say a little prayer
before partaking
from the small banquet of love
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