WHERE ROSARIES RIDE THE WIND

WHERE ROSARIES RIDE THE WIND

From Chicken Soup for the Latino Soul

Where Rosaries Ride the Wind

I come from a world
Where rosaries ride the wind
From rearview mirrors,
And men visit in back alleys
Crouching
Like earth women giving birth,
And crucifixes hang above beds
In rooms where bodies glisten
Over their hearts,
And grandmothers commune with saints.
I come from a world
Where church doors never close,
And prayers and candles sell
In liquor stores
Alongside cigarettes and gum,
And radios blast their love songs
Late into the night
Long after the moon has gone.

Maria Ercilla

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