“It’s not late,” she said, at three am!

Lets try one more place, to hear

the Mariachis play another song.

Another song of home and love.

Another song to sting an eye.

Another song of love that’s lost

then found again; as time goes by.

She sat there, bright eyes all aglow.

Living with us those precious minutes

that spice a life, make it real.

“Just one more song.” she said.

Please just one more love song;

of my country,  Mexico.

 

David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, March, 1998

For Angela