the sighing mujer

the clerks, all of them,
at the bodega down there,
they all know him,
that one,
eso hombre,
with that blue-eyed stare;
what they don't know,
but postulate,
is that somewhere,
back there,
in those woods,
is a woman,
with all the goods
on him,
about him,
his every whim,
the sighing mujer.

March 2, 2010.

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