The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me