Waiting ©
a girl alone sits on the
stoop caressed by the
gentle morning breeze.
the sun leaning over the
edge of the rooftop comes
to reunite the barrio with an
exquisite light. little by little
life happens on the sidewalks,
the shadows begin to breathe,
and hope arises from weeping
that has been with us since the
day the world went dark.
h. j. Recinos