I would like to be a shaman
But instead I am a patient
I wish a wounded healer
Lonely, quiet nights

Florida is ignorance
But also lovely beaches
Lightning over the Atlantic
My Mr. Spock kite

I keep on writing poetry
My children growing older
3 prayers for Chicago
2 green lights

Please keep her calm collected
Life is suffering
Help me suffer well
Sor Juana's mystic flight

                    Mexico!