Clark
Holtzman
Getting
Puerto Rican Ghosts High
Up
they go like hats tossed into the air!
Now nothing in San Juan will ever be the same
There will be no thanking your lucky stars
And nobody will get to wish you were here
But thank God you made it through the night
This afternoon. You looked Latin, positive
Even Frisbee-like before the band marched on
To walk the streets until it was time to go
Now you're floating on vectors of happy light
And our island nation is gratefully in your debt
This hadn't happened in so many years
We'd begun to think everything is ex officio
In San Juan the dear departed have a saying
And by god they keep saying it, over & over
The
2River View, 4.2 (Winter 2000)
2River
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