POEM 147
*Magic Woman

There is always something;
the magic of touch
in an ocean breeze
as it moves through those
California mountain trees.
Or, the spell you create
as you walk through
the scenic path to the stream
below your home,
making the flowers give you their scent.
Then again
it could be when
your mojo heart beats
from Santana’s guitar
and I hear , “Oye Como Va”-
(“listen to my music”)
and I know instinctively
“you’ve made a devil outta me”.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.30.16
(Note: quoted line is from Santana’s songs:
‘Oye Como Va’ and ‘Black Magic Woman’)