your night is my day | we still love the same way | sky a thin blue line
water is life | protect y/our birthright | most precious liquid
we don't need your approval | we don't want your yes | your no means nothing
ban and bar our words | but you can not silence us | we buzz in your ears!
zapote tree | its leaves and fruit everywhere | needed a haircut
eyes of a nation | are now on the Justices | to decide with heart
they live in a past life | under trees they loved | nothing changes there
his life is etched | all over his body | in living colores
her body wanted | to give birth to more babies | instead grew tumors
flowers remind her | of beginnings and endings | of life's sheer beauty
most days she swims in words | the pool deep and blue | looking for meaning
we see the same sky | star maps that glisten | in our faraway eyes
we are star seeds | children of the Milky Way | born brilliant as gems
what the rain knows | about earth's thirst for water | is precious as its drops
terrible to waste | a moment, minds, our planet | on greed
at first, our bodies | fashioned out of corn masa | blessed in gold pollen
creator fashioned the world | in rough draft form | perfectly imperfect
thunder beings walk | around the bahia | blessings for home
she lost her mind | then found it again | in books and music
a morning prayer | for this day's ceremony | for a better life
oil and water war | volcanoes on the verge | time of violent change
when words aren't enough | actions must reflect | wisdom of the ancestors
Today the heat has teeth | not a leaf in motion | blessed be the fan
a day to give thanks | blessings come in all sizes | for new and old friends
mother ocean heals | what ails an aching heart | her waves come in breath
no morning mambos | just a swing in a hammock | healing from a fall
you take a tumble | you're going too far, too fast | now a time-out
she remembered | she forgot the flight she had | to be on
city streets lowdown | sounds of humans living life | on the loudest tones
first day of April | commit one poem a day | daises are in bloom
©/s Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2012
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