extranjera

I wrote this poem about 3 weeks ago, and had shared it with a few people on facebook, but here it is for those who may not have seen it already. It reflects some of the journey I have been on since I returned to Texas.
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and so i have returned
to suburbia
un mar de manicured lawns
two-car garages and
rascacielos que hacen invisible the dawn

Veo el infinito centro comercial
with its parking lot the
size of monseñor lezcano
Y una brisa cae de mis ojos

Ya no veo niños en la calle
Mucho menos the women
Con sus embroidered aprons
y trays on their heads
Selling quesillos on the bus

Here the colors are muted
La música ya no suena igual
Conversations lack sentido
And me hace falta el español

The street names de mi ciudad
are familiar
But i am often lost
Ni idea donde doblar
So close, and yet so far…

(pjn 5/26/09)