THREE VIGNETTES
(1)
It is uncouth to jolt
In a Ford LTD over
The cobblestones of
San Miguel de Allende.
Along such passageways,
The dusty sandal
Proceeds with more grace.
(2)
Vitamined and mineraled,
The gringo father and daughter
Stride in holy day processions
Behind black-manteled, ancient
Women so bowed by arthritis
Their eyes see only dust.
(3)
Playing maid on Estrella’s day off,
Hanging clothes in the garden,
Wary of an inquisitive grackle,
I step around rosemary, high
As spreading juniper, and admire
Lettuce – wavy red and knots
Of Boston green – next to
Flowerets of purple thyme.
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