Panaderia
The Colombians
from the neighborhood
are all here, talking soccer
and blowing hot coffee
because their tongues
could no longer endure the heat.
Pops orders me Aguapanela
even though I don’t like the taste.
I don’t interrupt him
while he speeches
on how Colombia
will win the World Cup.
The aroma of empanadas
swings in rings up my nose,
the invisible comfort.
I pour the hot sauce
into Pop’s soup
while he explains
how he will retire to Colombia,
and be the happiest
man in the world.
from the neighborhood
are all here, talking soccer
and blowing hot coffee
because their tongues
could no longer endure the heat.
Pops orders me Aguapanela
even though I don’t like the taste.
I don’t interrupt him
while he speeches
on how Colombia
will win the World Cup.
The aroma of empanadas
swings in rings up my nose,
the invisible comfort.
I pour the hot sauce
into Pop’s soup
while he explains
how he will retire to Colombia,
and be the happiest
man in the world.