Sunday, March 27, 2016

NATIVE VENDOR by jjméndez

NATIVE VENDOR

Once upon a time
while touristing like 
a visiting Gringo
in old México…

A bronzed bare-
footed stout woman
wrapped in
a worn and frayed
tell-tale apron
sat firmly in her
leased mercado
sidewalk space.

She proudly wore
a full head of tell- 
tale salt and pepper hair
enshrouded in a rainbow-
colored shawl and 
a long flowery dress.

Under her watchful
eye, two hungry boys 
cuddled to her side 
and silently shared 
a mouth-watering 
red prickly pear.

She was not there
for pleasure nor
to beg but just to get
a fair market price
for her sun- baked 
earthen wares.

Meanwhile, against 
the mercado’s wall 
a tall veladora bearing 
La Guadalupe burned 
an eternal orange flame…

©2016 jjméndez



Friday, March 18, 2016

YOUNG ASPEN by jjméndez

YOUNG ASPEN

Pubescent 
buds 
swell 
and 
yawn
as they
stud 
in  copper 
rows
your naked
open arms.


Spring is
in the air
and 
there is
no turning
back.  March
is ready 
to depart
in the company
of shifting
winds.  

April
and then
May will
be here
soon
once again
expecting
your emerald
green dress.


© 2016 jjméndez

© Aspen by jjméndez