An American Walks Granada

An American Walks Granada

A Poem by Zach Colgate

She pats her belly making feeding motions toward her mouth

as she talks--something in Spanish--

and the greenback grows hot,

blushing in my pocket.

She’s hungry and I’ve never been.

Not really.

“Lo siento.”

I dodge her like I dodge

the smear of s**t on the street,

but the shame still sticks to my shoe.

© 2013 Zach Colgate

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Added on February 7, 2013
Last Updated on February 7, 2013


Zach Colgate
Zach Colgate

Lincoln, NE

I'm a simple guy who enjoys art of all forms. I write poetry/lyrics as often as I'm inspired. I play a little guitar and sing. I attempt to turn my lyrics into songs, but have not been at it for long,.. more..