by Bessy Reyna<\/p>\n
He came bouncing down the street,
\nheavy body, long hair,\u00a0jacket\u00a0and tie.
\nThere was an oddness about him.
\nThen, as he approached
\nI\u00a0heard the sound of\u00a0maracas
\ncoming from his\u00a0pockets.
\nWas it candy?
\nI pictured hundreds of multi-colored sweets
\ncrashing against each other,
\nhe, oblivious to the crackling rhythm.
\nAlong Capitol Avenue
\nour paths crossed,
\nlunch break\u00a0nearly\u00a0over.
\nHow can I explain
\nbeing late for work
\nbecause I was following a man
\nwho sounded like maracas?<\/p>\n
(1997)<\/p>\n
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