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Monday, January 19, 2015

Sunday Morning



There once was a Chicana,
who was convinced by the Millers, 
to make coffee in a french press, 
of which she did, and became obsessed. 

She poured her coffee, 
into her Moomin cups, 
the national icon she learned about, 
when she joined a delegation of teachers, 
to Helsinki, Finland, 
to meet with key officials 
in the Ministry of Education, 
and tour schools, 
to interview teachers and students. 

She takes her coffee, 
to her desk, 
where she writes an email, 
to the parents of a student, 
in her classroom, 
to tell them how much their 
child has improved, 
and where she thinks the next steps are, 
in their efforts to support the student.  

It is just an ordinary Sunday morning, 
in Northeast Los Angeles, 
in the home, 
of a Chicana poet, 
who is a public school teacher. 






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