Bunnet (o sea Bunny Sonnet)

A long wooly cloud has come down from the sky

To lie unpreoccupied upon the kitchen floor.

This mute cumulus creature bats nary an eye

Unless a creak issues forth from the door.

Then, taking it upon himself to curl up with the air

Of a crescent moon, his doe eyes look at one askant.

“If you have something nice it’s hardly fair,”

He seems to say, “To be as churlish as a cat.”

Candy or cracker,  salad or sandwich,

With his charm he takes whatever he can glean:

And polishes it off, bit, smidge or pinch

And flops back into the same spot, appeased.

Oh flocculent gourmand! Oh voracious ball of fuzz!

Now ever so much more corpulent than cumulus.

Anniversary Terzanelle

Hemos visto todos los días una vez.

Pan de muerto, pozole y ponche.

El amor no es lo que tu crees.

Recuerdo haber pensado, “No sé

Si algún día estaré satisfecho.

Pan de muerto, pozole y ponche.

Tomo las cosas muy a pecho.

Y mi imaginación me come entero.

Quizás algún día estaré satisfecho.

Me falta esperar lo que espero.

La tolerancia es una lección dura.

Y mi imaginación me come entero.

No sé si la impaciencia tiene cura,

Pero respiro y aminoro mi paso.

La tolerancia es una lección dura.

Te escucharé y tú ponte en mi caso,

Hemos visto todos los días sólo una vez.

Por eso respiro y aminoro mi paso.

El amor no es lo que tu crees.

Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee

"A people's dream died there"
In a mass grave in Tamaulipas.
Covered in a shroud of dew,
They seem to sleep, embracing.
Now they don't hear the whistle
Of the train, telling them it's time
To spend another day lying on
A speeding metal bullet under
An indifferent, foreign sun.
Now they don't shamble before
The coyote, hallucinating the sounds
Of the Pacific against the shore.
Now they know no thirst, hunger
Fear or hope. No one knows them
Either, nor in what dreams they
Clothed themselves before the
Last time they left home.

A Tour of the Calculus

"Here is the proof."
I saw it, so it can be seen.
I heard it, so it can be heard.
I felt it, so it can be felt.
Beyond this, I have nothing;
The possibilities for argument
Against its existence are infinite.
It cannot be said that this is a
Very pretty argument, but
It works.


*Still playing catch-up... Last week was thesis-filled!