El Mercado de Mexico draws us To entice us to feast with our eyes.
It plies us with flowers and colors And treasures we now have to buy.
The people of Mexico charm us, Implore us to buy what they sell.
Our powers of resistance desert us As the fragrance and heat cast their spell.
The dollars, the pesos, the language and food Melt together on this summer's day,
As we long to be part of this pageant, We gringos get carried away.
We long to speak Espanol glibly, Our confidence starting to soar,
And I know I have now become native - I ask "Cuanto en pesos, Senor?"
TO MY DAUGHTER ON HER 36TH BIRTHDAY
You can't be thirty-six today, Your folks are still nineteen. It is the most amazing thing That I have ever seen.
My children age before my eyes While I am always young. I dread the day I have to take Them to the nursing home.
HOMOPHONE POEM
Eye was on thyme two meat my bow -
Wear could he bee - Eye dew knot no.
Eye new my love wood knot bee late.
My suite bow wooden make me weight.
Eye had two lien upon thee tree.
His tulips wooden lye two me.
The thyme was past four us two meat,
My face turned pail - hart skipped a beat.
Eye preyed a bare had knot grabbed hymn.
My close grew damp, my site grew dim.
Son set brought knight - my hi hopes wayned.
Eye couldn't sea hymn in thee lain.
And then eye spied hymn with a made.
My suite bow had my hart betrayed.
Then grate grief overcame my sole.
Eye through that fowl retch down a whole.
THE SMILE
It starts in my middle, And spreads to the corners of my mouth.
