MEMORIALS

Between the impresario and the diva,

the vibrato and libretto,

In Living Color and the shadows in the cave.

Between elevators and air planes,

parrots and improvisations,                          

births and strokes.

Between drones and slurs,

stairs and wharves,

graffitied benches and tombstone epitaphs.

Between match sticks and wicks,

the silence and the listening,

goodbyes and hellos.

Between the vodka and the lime,

mustard and sardines,

the sleeplessness and the dreaming.

Between vacancies to choose from

and clutter to sift thru,

a day of intentions

and the lazy vines not finding their bean poles,

marches against Monsanto 

and remembering dead soldiers.

Between the Almond Roca

and anything else,

let’s not forget what the body already knows:         

love turns us into verbs.