Thursday Night Lights

Youths gather around in the drizzle, fog and cold

Beer flows, but not to fuel the party but instead to provide some warmth

Pan flutes are played and feet are stomped on the brick streets

in a concrete jungle of millions notes of heritage and culture ring out

Leggings, hoodies, jeans, and mochilas

the quilt work of the modern latino society lines the square

I want to get dry to stay warm but like sirens I'm drawn closer

closer to this cabal that most will never see, but I wish they would.

A Decade Later