- In the Andes
In the Andes where I’ve never beenthey don ponchos woven like breathable bathmats and women and men with long hairwear bad lids, a cross between a cowboy and a bowler hat. In the Andes they blowon reed pipes which are really handheld church organs and there, full of faceshail as in Sunday Mass singing songs of lambs full of yearning and rememberingtheir twenties in Madrid at the Plaza Mayor. Thank you and sorry, thank you and wellthank you again for believing the possible all like a little river in a hurry to arrivetoward some place that is a happy mystery from where I stand. I am sorry for dislikingnature poetry and sorry for not liking little children bragging I’ve played this I’ve played thisI’ve played this I’ve played this until they’re shushed by a silver-haired librarian who is me in a fableO me who is just a feather in an Andean hat a little minnow in your clever pond. [End Page 27]
Eugene Gloria’s third collection, My Favorite Warlord, was published by Penguin in 2012. His recent poems have appeared in American Poetry Review, Prairie Schooner, Boulevard, and The Best American Poetry 2014.