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)