From the front porch
It begins
Softly
Gaining volume and cadence

The tune of Spanish music

I smile
For I’m back in Mexicali
The streets of Santa Ana
Standing before a cathedral in Sevilla

In all the places
This tune erupts
With flavors of warmth and delight
Smiling faces and familiarity

An answered prayer for this homesick heart
Who was praying for a reminder of
A Spanish song.

BJP