Echo ©

in nightly hours, I had a

dream that should have

been paradise for people

on the block nostalgic for

the pulse of peaceful days

by the sea.   I did not say

a single word of prayer in

it to God wearing a human

face with a long beard and

robes, life was not governed

by lies,  no one was attacked

with police batons, the pious

did not imagine who next to

stone and the practices of 

widows reminded everyone

to dream of lands across the

border and rocks way out at

sea.  an elegant table in the

dream was spread with food,

tropical fruits and nothing to

eat prohibited by heaven and

names were shouted in the 

direction of the block from

what appeared to be the gate

of Eden and they were said

repeatedly.  

h. j. Recinos