When I Am Gone
When I am gone
bury me
high on the hills
with the abuelos y la abuelas
build me a stucco mausoleum
and paint it blue
carve me an arched window
so the sun
and moon rays
find the space
where I am resting
near the orange marigolds
you have placed
by my grave.
Leave me angel statues
crimson plastic flowers
photographs of when I was
young
trinkets like beads and shells
and soft round stones
from the ocean
visit me here
and I will listen
to your stories
shhhhh
I am not as far away it seems.
