Los Pajaritos Cantan

By Raquel Reyes-Lopez

Hummingbirds hang on telephone wires
waiting to fly again, always stuck waiting.
Sun rays beat up my delicate skin.
All I recall are his dirt dipped eyes.

I know one thing
before he leftwhen we kissed
todas las flores
se hicieron
marchitas.
& Earth was left thirsty
but the moon she melted
into my pupils.