The Breath Of Fresh Roses
This is not about miracles.
It’s about the boarding house
and a can of corn beef,
warm rain and trying to resuscitate
suicides at a spiritualist session.
This is about riding a monocycle in traffic
and staging happenings
wearing clothes for Green Peace.
It’s not about global warming.
It’s about fighting to get certified
as a sign language instructor for plants.
And getting National Security to stop
monitoring steel bands.
We’re having a rally next Friday.
It’s about the breath
of fresh roses in our tombs.
Sergio Ortiz grew up in Chicago, studied English literature at Inter-American University in San German, Puerto Rico, philosophy at World University, Culinary Art at The Restaurant School in Philadelphia. His work has been published in POUI The Cave, Origami Condom, Poets Ink Review, Flutter, Silenced Press. He is pending publication in "Ascent Aspirations," "Children, Churches and Daddies," "Cause & Effect," "Calliope Nerve," "Burst," “The Houston Literary Review,” and "Vagabondage Press."