Saturday, May 10, 2008

Raspa Stand


Raspa Stand

When we were kids,
we didn't call them raspas.
They went by names like
snowcones, shaved ice, slushies,
whiter names for
chunks of frozen water
that came in
a hundred different colors.

We laughed at each other,
so far away from today
and this place,
when we got a brain freeze,
or when the sides of our mouths
got stained grape
or cherry
or chamoy red.

And the smiles then
were just as pearly
as the ones I saw today,
deep south Texas.
So hot
but so refreshed
with sugar coated ice
in dying light of the sun.

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