guadalajara

 

after the rain
mariachis grow
in the zocalo
rotten mangos
dripping off trees
and a man's gray beard
eyes filtering
the beauty of hot chocolate
voices circling with pigeons
and farting buses
a woman without legs
genuflecting on
sunken stones
and the man with
a pink bloated foot
singing a song
about his true love

 

Paul Lowe