Domingos En Chile
a slow stoned Sunday stroll
through streets of Neruda’s
stomping grounds.

thoughts of colder
whether usted es from
some young pack of punks
grasping on to skateboards
or the last grips of summer,
sweat stained stomps,
drenched completos.

far beneath mi pais,
mi familia catches backwards
the blues noticias aqui.
burnt black sidewalk chalk,
tar slit shut on Sundays.

seven million
sleeping or stoned
snack stands and shops
closed.

laid back understatement -
the poetry of stray dogs
lounged in park shade
barks way too hostile for Sundays.

a woman in a light blue tutu
Dances at a red light in Bellavista,
between stopped cars and strays
smooth fluid exertion.

a quiet rumble -
before it all builds again.
until next Sunday,
when perros and pigeons
wander in peace
and gatos
stay asleep