| The Poetry of Rodrigo Villegas |
On stage
She settled on a bench
Cuddled her guitar
One leg slipped away
Welcome to the Pit
She said
Then gathered together once more
She strummed her favorite song
Sounding like whats her name
Made me think of fresh washed sheets
Snap hanging
A back drop of trailers
Against an almost blue sky
Beer cans lined along a table's edge
The nation's watchdogs
Playing cards on days off