Begins and Ends in Dust

 

Begins and Ends in Dust

This is the door

I stand before:

The entry, ivy and rust,

Hinge that groans,

Wood that moans,

Step that is covered in dust.

This is the door

I stand before:

Heart that stills with trust,

Body that groans,

Mouth that moans,

Hands that are speckled with rust.

This is the way

I go today:

The way that all men must.

On the San Juan Streets

On the San Juan Streets

When I was young and hot --
or so I thought --

I, too, wore those shoes
And that strapless mini dress;

I could compete with all the rest
Of the babes who looked the best...

Now I watch the men watch you
in your Ferragamo shoe.

My heart and bunions ache for you!