Friday, June 26, 2015



Amid flowers,
tropical fruits and spices.
and the meanest flan
you've ever tasted,
of  young years
in bars.
Taking care
of moms
who couldn't care
for them.

Standing about five feet
and plump,
they make home
of their apartment
and the one double bed.

They've been working for the city,
extra jobbing at the call center,
writing theses
for time out of mind.

I won't give names,
but if you go to Madison,
you may meet them.
Tell them I said hello.

Hug them for me.
Tell them I miss them
and that I never stopped
I would dance
at their wedding.

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