9 hours ago
Summer, pedaling around the end
of the street with uncle ninong.
Salsa playing in the house.
I'm dancing with abuela, looking up.
Drifting air of fresh steamed rice.
The loudest people everywhere.
It could be someone's birthday.
Knucklebones across the floor,
a cousin teaching. I don't get it.
Big doors open to new voices,
each one saying welcome.
of the street with uncle ninong.
Salsa playing in the house.
I'm dancing with abuela, looking up.
Drifting air of fresh steamed rice.
The loudest people everywhere.
It could be someone's birthday.
Knucklebones across the floor,
a cousin teaching. I don't get it.
Big doors open to new voices,
each one saying welcome.