Jacaranda. I live in this town
For the month of May I remain
All year I wait for this. Lights go on and off.
I am frozen tired forgetful, hot and cold
Alive. Alive
for you. City of Jacarandas.
Little pueblo grown large
a child with leukemia I have not forgotten you
Jacaranda against your blues
color of my new home, color of islands
color of tears. Blue on blue, purple on blue.
May and June of all the years there were
The shade of eucalyptus at the curve of the road
where I waited once for you to find me
Smoking Camels in another world,
the hot sun, we never knew how much would change.
We never knew how much of a golden age it would be.
