My lady Florita

To my dearest Florita

With your birthday, this day begins
and, there come
memories of ladies with hanging futures
in a wet backyard with coffee and smoke,
on which rain soon, again should fall

of cold clothes, and cold snow
of warm hearts and steaming food
of the road home,
where we shall meet and discuss liberty

Oh! my dear Florita
have a happy birthday
and live this day for a long long time
till the sun sets in your lap, comfortably

Yours,
Shringi