THE SWEET LAND OF DEL SUR
They could make a song out of me
stretch my torso like whole notes
like Coronado’s sunset.
They could dot my eyes
like floating staccatos
or fighter planes hovering
over clay cliffs.
Turn my stiff lips
into sounds of slurs
in the sweet land of Del Sur
where tequila pours
more than rain.
Lovely lady by the sea
make a song out of me
drown my soul in your endless
rifts and crests.
Transform me into your unsung feature
your hidden notes
and cast my lines in your long-lost boat,
the boat beyond Coronado’s sunset
where fighter planes hover,
where tequila pours like rain
to forget past lovers.
Spencer Shaak is an MFA graduate in creative writing from Rosemont College in Rosemont, Pennsylvania.
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