Sunday, March 22, 2009

nestled in the bosom of my hometown

I sought solace from heart hurt
in the close, beer- and tripas-tinged air of
the market square conjunto festival.
Respite in the cramped and bustling line at the pan dulce counter.
Familiarity of strangers
and a kind gesture from another hungry soul.
I felt so centered and whole with
my roots reaching deep
into the fiesta-colored layers of my soul city.

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