Ballerinas / Soledad square

Sunday, December 26, 2010

El Domingo

Soledad gave me explicit directions
but the taxi 
couldn't find her casa 
on la privada and drove off,
my sunglasses on its seat.
It was a thirtieth birthday breakfast
for her nephew Roenstand
Las calles no tienen nombres,
las casas no tienen numeros
A woman walked with me
until we found it.
Inside were introductions,
café, huevos, tortillas,
frijoles, pan dulces
They were quiet
Only la mama smiled
They didn’t know what to say,
neither did I
until I asked the dog’s name
Later Sol’s sister Antonia and her daughter
came close
como old friends.

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