Squall Mongrel
MONGRELS ARE AFRAID OF ALCOHOL LIKE HOLY WATER.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
I found Poetry in the Moving Sardines Can
The product of bilingualism.
In a Metro by the Station
[for Ezra Pound]
As late afternoon slides
into early evening, a rush
of faces blossoms into view,
a bouquet of wilting flowers
thirsting for rest or rain.
—Ralph Semino Galán
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