Missing Saint Anthony Medal

I have lost my Saint Anthony Medal. There is a full description of it in my poem Relics posted in the May 2005 section on this blog. If you see it, let me know.

Oh, I have also misplaced a small sandlewood statue of Ganesha.

It is unlikely that they will be found together. Gods and Saints don't always get along. At least, that is what some guy told me once. I really don't know.

Anyway, please keep an eye out for them.

Foto of the Bus

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This is a foto of the bus just after she got on it. It was a sad day for me. Well, she was able to come back and we later got married. Can you see the reflection of me in the window as I was waiving goodbye. After she left I went home and ate some chocolate ice cream.

La Nina de La Calle

Wearing those cats eye sunglasses,
She got on the bus.
The girl of the street,
She got on the bus.
Five foot six, long blonde hair,
She got on the bus.

She told me she was five
She got on the bus.
And that I was her daddy.
She got on the bus.
Her drivers license says that she is fifty-two.
She got on the bus.
She told me there was a mistake.
She got on the bus.


She was going away.
She got on the bus.
For the third time , she was going away.
She got on the bus.
She was going to Mexicali.
She got on the bus.
Thirty-six hours to Mexicali.
She got on the bus.
Leaving me with this hole in my chest.
She got on the bus.


Always going away, she is.
She got on the bus
Leaving this hole in my chest , she does.
She got on the bus.
Only thirty-six hours away.
She got on the bus.
Blurring past the places and the people.
She got on the bus.