Petition for Something Other than White

Someone has clothed the trees in old white
feathered house coats. They stand in a line
against the bluff, waiting for the cantina
to open. They’re not very happy with
the costume; and someone could turn up
the heat, you know. It’s almost noon: they
want something more than that blue backdrop
the color of hard gum. Someone could crank
some mojo into red dixie cups— say, shots
of tequila and lime to the swell of a throaty
serenade. And at each cafe table, dark-haired
gitanos in heeled zapatos de flamenco, dark-
haired women looking like they’re always ready
to toss their hair back, flash their eyes, clench
their teeth around a long-stemmed rose.

Luisa A. Igloria
03 07 2011

In response to today’s Morning Porch entry.

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