I take myself and sashay all around the town
clicking my canastas, flashing my scarves
Because I am orange
And it is what orange must do
But do you have to be so much yourself?
My mother red and my father yellow ask me.
Heck yes, I reply.
Peeling a banana and mashing it up with a strawberry.
To show them who is boss.
I love mixing up yellow and red.
Because I am orange.
Categories:
canastas, art,
Form: Free verse
Mi Mexico lindo:
Burnt orange and ochre --
color de cafe --
pineapple, lime, red pajaritos...
land of mananas, grace in mantillas...
balanced canastas, ojos expresivos.
Sunshine and heat, fiesta y corrida,
salt and tortilla, pride and tequila.
Frijol and machismo and chile con queso.
Adobe, caliche, sweet agua fria...
Mexico, te amo mucho, y su gente amable!
Categories:
canastas, devotion, friendship, i love
Form: Free verse