Moon at Half Past Noon

As if the veins of earth sprout

In a fountain of joy,

The sudden burst of youth descends

Upon the crazy concrete mountains

The Jarabe of tranquil serenade

To the sound of ‘Si Nos Dejan’

As if, Nina laughed

With brazenly shiny teeth

The river blushed in purple

And invited all to its joyful home

Dressed in Jalisco the canopy of sky

Flares up seductively, calling Grackles

Then, the shower of purple snow

Settling on sombreros that hide

Worries of a tough day at work

Heads turned upwards,

Bringing memories

Of homes left behind

Old people gathered at market streets

Laughing at mirthful gossip

A mother standing at the crossroads

Tears trickling while the world flashes by

In a strobe of city lights

Amateur painters hard at work

While kids prance around welcoming trees

Worried parents looking

Into their cell phone with one eye

The busy sirens alarming and hurried

The evenings sidle along

dark and bright alleys

The nights follows its sister

Empty streets waiting for no one

Finally rest without fumes

The ordinariness awaits

One more knock on its head

When Jacaranda would bloom

Another day, until, one hopes

Trodden spirits find a reprieve