En el Chinga

 

Waves of sweet honey

bailar off the shore;

Hibiscus flowers

mark the beat

in wind where

my blood runs;

always bold, yellow sun

tinged in rojo hot, hibiscus

drenched with warm, brown skin,

liquid gold

in the waves—

More than fruit is juicy

I say.


© Coleen T. Houlihan

Published in S.M.U.T. May 2005