poems by Rena J. Mosteirin

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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Pasqual and the Angel

Pasqual wraps up marijuana cigarettes in sweet hibiscus flowers
and holds them to the angel’s nose and breathes deeply from the dark clay of night.
Pasqual and the angel blow smoke in between drops of rain,
the rain makes a truck come down the road.

I have to catch a ride back to El Panchen before the road is mud, she says,
her white dress sticks wet, her long arms reach out to the strong
wolf-eyed man who pulls her up, her legs kick out, Pasqual watches, shaman-calm
as the woman in the white dress leaves his hot night flying.