Making Chocolate Cigarellos

Two poems / Two Poems

By Chip Livingston

IEMANJÁ

H o we dress in white, hollowed

pumpkins to put our sails in the river

and to take them the sea. The Goddess heard

drums, waves are blessed, and each

of us is reborn. Take this silver chain

this sage of Colorado. Bless this land

and all land touched by the rain. Bless

women traveling by boat, men

fishing with their hearts, bless

our children. Take this sweet watermelon

and divide the coins among the thirsty.

all hungry you eat, you

all wake up sleeping alone.

you that all the world is touched by the rain.

                      

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Things  Learned in Uruguay -- part 1

M and Speaks good English boyfriend for an Argentinean.

We Are Taking mate with historical namesake, Who is my best friend

and kind of twin. The sides of a triangle must-read

together. "Look at you, yes, the grass here is ground too thin."

Gabriel's accent from across the river eat.

Gabriel L'another cleans out clogged the bulb,

Speaks quickly. "A look! The Argentine leaves are in. chaos.

The water's too hot. Burns the tea. The throat. The belly. "

I open a beer. "A Patricia," Aiming for peace.

"See you. This well when you can not find a Quilmes. "