I Thought I Heard Abelardo

I thought I heard Abelardo
shout twenty-five pieces
of his Chicano mind.

I thought I heard raulsalinas
rattle the bars and climb the walls
to freedom.

I thought I saw Ricardo Sanchez
on the streets of Amsterdam
wearing wooden cowboy boots.

I thought I saw Alurista
singing the songs of Floricanto
screaming don’t step on the Pisan Cantos.

I thought I saw the Crazy Gypsy
wearing the wings of the Aztec Angel
flying in the skies of Aztlan.