Museo

I am 19
Spending
Part of summer
Living with the family
Of my friend Paul outside
Mexico City each day visiting
Some museo and all the murals
One can see in a day after a day
Amazed at the variety of style
The originality and power of
Movement in each colorful
Mural then back home by
Bus so we know many of
The riders who say to
Me buenas tardes
Señor gordo y I
Say buenas
Noches pero
Mi llamo Es
Señor
Dan
No Es
Señor gordo
As the bus erupts
In laughter they reach
Out to touch my sleeve
Each day as we meet for
An hour into and from the
Busy city center to Satellite.
Our affection for each other
Surprises me as my society
Does not have this child
Like innocence nor the
Humor of a friendly
Tease so common
Here my fellow
Riders want
To know
My plan
Each
Day.
We talk
And they
Rest their
Hand on my
Shoulder murmur
Softly in Spanish a
Greeting or farewell.
Mexico took me heart
Mind body and soul,
I ate the bread
I drank the
Water I
Was
Enchanted.