Puebla Musica




TripAdvisor images of dusty, uneven streets,
women in brightly colored long skirts with shawls draped
over long black hair.

Children playing stickball in empty lots
black hair tousled by the sun. 
calling out into the clear day.

Men, dusty and dirty, pushing wheelbarrows,
swinging pickaxes,
mixing concrete in shallow wells in earth dry.

Yet images can’t 
reveal background music
from cassettes old or radios battered.
Tuba's bellowing, trumpets blaring 
and drums cadence.

And the singing 
from worksites 
tiendas 
casas
busses.
Belies soulful power of a beautiful people.

Sleepy village sounds
call imagination.
clopping horses outside my casa.
Soft voices passing open doors,
“Hola, Buena Dias!”

Recording from gas trucks
offering tanks full.
Junkmen calling for
refuse sad. Tamales and fresh
fish hawked from wheelbarrows. And the 
ice-cream cart singing for children.

No need to leave village 
cocoon.
It is all here
fresh and beautiful
each day.


Bidding me Buenas Dias.


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