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Wednesday, May 8, 2013


mellifluous, her voice in song
still pleasure the ears
to which she gave birth

her picture sits quietly
on her private alter
our two souls sit
dangling legs on the mantle

how salivating and wonderful
my stomach recalls
her homemade tortillas,
arose con pollo

soulfully come together
on my birthday ironically
on the numeric same day
of her passing

this coincidence brings
our two souls closer
where life and death
is joined by love