la mañana que disfruto

the delicious spring rain
and the soggy converse i didn't mean to wear today
the señora with the voice of elmo
who sat behind me on the bus with the leaky roof
chatting away with her girlfriend
waking up hungry for breakfast
since i didn't stuff myself at dinner last night
the man's decision to close my campus next week
to pre-empt protest and low attendance
when the imperialists come to town
el juego de tú y usted entre compañeros
que nunca imaginaba
the beautiful no-text play and dance
last night next to friends
tears that flow when they need to
like the pregnant clouds that had to open
even in november
dancing like a crazy hippy and loving it
abrazos ricos sin besos-besos
the fantasy of that touch of mink
every time the micro flies by
and knowing it's ok to dream
losing myself not to you
but to the two languages que me tiran
to the books i have longed to read
anticipating the visit of family
the future travel to know new lands and people
but content with the now now now
that never las------------