Winter on Vacation
It’s February in San Antonio & 71°,
I take a drive on the Westside,
straight down Commerce,
H-E-B parking lot full of people,
Concrete bench bus stop over flowing,
On deeper west a block or two,
Across the street there’s a fruteria
with its line around the block.
Next door down, I see three men
with skin the color of dark brown
sugar, cutting each other’s hair.
You’d think it’s summer.
But no, it’s winter
on vacation in February,
glorious in the ordinary.