can't kill poetry

an ode to minneapolis

the times

it’s a sign of the times

or, they say it is

in that meeting - or that book talk

in the gym - with the TV playing

the times - this moment

as if a moment loses meaning

for a moment is short

and this moment has lasted

quick checklist for leaving home

1. brush teeth

2. lock door

3. open vestibule

4. feel pocket for passport

5. check over shoulder

6. di gracias a dios

rocks in Como

nothing cooled my feet more

than feeling the lake

with my toes holding the stones

there are days like today

where i wish the stones

were here more than ever

just to cool me down

days where im in and out

the coffee i spent forever in:

sitting with a pen and paper

the coffee i spent forever in

dying squirrel - Stockholm, Wi

i saw it outside of the orchard!

what happened to the

Squirrel?

did the storm push it out

of its home?

or did the truck with the texas license plate

hit it?

it’s red fur - he’s not from

here

It’s tail in front of the

empty storefront

in a forgotten town - once full of

immigrants

No soy de aquí ni de allá.