FROM THE WHORE HOUSES TO HEAVEN
The mariachi musicians in TJ stumbled into the church bleary eyed
Dragging their instruments with them
Preparing to serenade the Virgin of Guadalupe
Whose day it was
Would the benevolent virgin bless them
As they played for her celebration
After they had entertained the whores and their johns at night
Or would she have frowned
And waved a finger at them for playing their music for those
Who profaned the spiritual purity of love
While they marked her day with joy and reverence
Speaking her praises through the voices of their instruments
I glanced at her and could see the radiance of her smile.
ICE CREAM MAN
Swan Lake on Calle Cantil
The ice cream man is dancing down the street
Doing a ballet of cones, cups and pops.
Many flavors to chill your mouth
And thrill your taste buds with delight
Arriving on Yankee Doodle
Shifting to My Darling Clementine
The ice cream man is the star of his daily ballet
His sweaty exertions cooled by the breeze from the sea.
Children circle around him
A chattering corps de ballet
Chocolate smeared faces
Vanilla coated tongues
Making pirouettes over their creamy choices
Begging for pesos
To have just one more
The ice cream man is only too happy
To stimulate their taste buds
With complementary flavors
Creating a pas de deux of heavenly joy.
WORKING IN CHIAPAS
The old woman with cracks in her hands
Sewing with yellow threads
Sitting in the doorway of the church
Her lined face intent
A cell phone cradled in her lap.