Blas

The giant and the midget hold hands

as they walk the town streets, dust

Is that your daughter? How big she’s gotten!

Her golden locks sway with the warm wind

her golden forehead sweats in the Caribbean heat

Her little plaid dress made of nylon red flies

I’ll walk miles with you

I’ll sweep your church for you

If you let my head rest on your Santa belly

If you let me keep the pennies

that roll out of your pocket

I’ll walk the seaside boulevard with you

and listen to your stories

I’ll be silent while you pay reverence

to life and beauty, to love and god.

I’ll slow down to your pace,

I’ll buy your favorite yogurt

I’ll take you to the Yankee game.

I’ll give you all I have, father.

I’ll give you all.

By tuttysan © 2007