The Mexican Cabdriver
We were sitting in traffic
on the Brooklyn Bridge,
so I asked the poets
in the back seat of my cab
to write a poem for you.
They asked
if you are like the moon
or the trees.
I said no,
she is like the bridge
when there is so much traffic
I have time
to watch the boats
on the river.
by Martin Espada
from A Mayan Astronomer in Hell's Kitchen
W.W. Norton, 2000