San Francisco left my heart

I left my heart
my voice
my poem
my skin
my memory

in San Francisco

San Francisco,
what happened?

Where is your

You used to love the
smell of adobo
cooking in our pots

pots with built-on
grease of poems
that hardened and

you used to come
over and eat til’
your belly got full

giving birth to our stories
giving birh to our lives
giving birth to our laughter
giving birth to our music

but you don’t
come around no

what happened to you?

I see you on the street
and you walk by, you pretend
you don’t see me

what happened to you?

What happened to your

What happened
to your heart?

(c) 2015 Tony Robles


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