Soul 

“La vida es solamente salsa senor.”

I rush – run – hurry –race

Hot sand burns the soles of my feet

Soul Sound Sunny spins platters on WIBG

A lonely soul listens – contraband radio in solitary confinement

El sol blazes overhead

“La vida es solamente salsa senorita.”

Pike’s Place – packed to the gills

Bored worker playing solitaire on break

Fillet of sole dreams of secretaries rushing by

“La vida es solamente salsa senor.”

My friend Sol laughs – crushes a ciagarette butt with the sole of his foot.

We breathe life (la vida) into the solo adventures we’ve had…

I launch a soliloquay of times in Salulita

I dance

I run backwards and forward in time.  At the same moment

I realize that there must be more to life.

As soldiers shoulder solemn stints

I try to solve solemn differences

I used to tap dance…..

My soles took wing to the sound of Soul Sound Sunny

Sol joins me – a break from his solitude.

A mariachi band marches past us.

“La vida es solamente salsa senor.” one of them whispers to me as they pass.

I stare at my feet dumbfounded.