E. At The Zocalo (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
At the small zocalo,sipping beer and bored:sunlight was a fading scribblein the West, the heat was ascendinglike a saint, the ...
Ernesto Trejo Poems on Nature (4 Poems)
The Day Of Vendors (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Before dawn I called for you,my poem, but you didn't come.I had woken up to the songof the cardinal perchedon ...
Some Sparrows (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
Lately, I've been watching them, peckingfuriously at the ground,then retreating into the eucalyptus,where they stagger like compassesbefore their tiny hearts ...
At My Window (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
At my window, I write:Three children in the swingstesting how high they can go,how much the chains will hold.I imagine ...