At Seaside Coqui
the Latin beat pounds
through the night,
penetrates the walls,
vibrates the shutters
closed tight against
all night crows.
Each day we drink
black espresso at the panaderia,
feast on fish empanadas and
sip piña coladas
poured into coconut shells
and always oysters and
clams from pushcarts
that pack the streets
We cycle south on a two-lane road
ignored by horses tied to posts,
grazing goats and egrets lined up
on fences like targets in
carnival booths. We pedal
towards Los Cuevos, the scent
of cilantro mingles with
car fumes from souped-up Chevys
whose drivers twist their necks
to see gringos in neon
spandex and black Lycra shorts.
We tour Añasco Square
where Latin Santas sport
black beards and thick brows,
sit in red sleighs under swaying
palms and pose while locals
play dominoes, shoot pool and
whistle like the island mascot,
ko-kee, ko-kee, ko-kee.
© by Norma Bernstock.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Norma Ketzis Bernstock records her travels and life experiences through poetry and photography-based art. Now retired from a 34 year career in education, Norma lives in and works in her home studio in the woods of the Delaware Water Gap National Recreation Area. Her poetry chapbook, Don’t Write a Poem About Me After I’m Dead, was published in 2011 by Big Table Publishing. She is currently editing poems for her second book.
Feel like I'm there. Love all the detail.
Posted 12/16/2016 10:40 AM
This is a very descriptive, appealing poem that enables me to visualize the scenes. Favorite part--the egret simile! Janice
Posted 12/16/2016 08:52 AM
Images for all the senses. Thanks for the virtual visit!
Posted 12/16/2016 08:08 AM
Transported to Puerto Rico! Many thanks, Norma
Posted 12/16/2016 06:45 AM