The Poem on Guadalupe Street

Its words deserve to be read aloud
Leave the silent readings to your private
      thoughts
And dreams and long, dark books
The engineer always sounds the bell when
the train approaches the station

Across the way, a wolf with marbled eyes
Sits in frozen wait under the cerulean doves
      of love
Come bearing sage and recite those special
      words that set him free

The doves take wing

The poem moves on