Noon Prayers
Say,honey,have a margarita,
drink a little pulque,
drive with me a little way
until we reach the sea.
So let us toll the rosary;
five tequila mysteries:
trust the diligence of dunes
and discretion of the trees.
She says she does not drink at all,
she says she does not swim;
she left the molten city
so she will not stop for me.
Tres milagros de ma vida, tres...
deja mucho a desear,
travelers on a desert road
my car, the Virgin, and me.
note:
stanza 3 three miracles of my life, three/ there is still much to desire
odd prayer
1 comment:
I think the cadence suits this poem very well.
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