Foreign Heart
The redneck bartender
yells out “Like the singer
guy in Spanish?” This
intercepts all eyes
from the Army-Navy Game.
So what am I doing there,
Upstate, besides the beer.
“Laundry across the street.”
Country smiles all around.
Linda would say, “Maybe
you’re just mistaking.”
Maybe. Hate mysteries.
Beyond these rites,
the Hudson River Valley.
Next spring I will be
Forty years a foreigner.
by Julio Marzán
from El Coro
University of Massachusetts Press 1997
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