They hover over Grant Park
hear beloved tunes of blues and jazz
some shed tears that fall on the multitude like dew
some punch the air with ghostly fists
scarred by thorny cotton harvested long ago.
They look down at a sea of people
arms waving the stripes that once hung them from trees
where they gave a last gaze at stars shinning afar.
After the last words soar into the night they nod join hands
fly to that place where wounds hurt no longer.
Pina Pipino was born in Argentina and began writing in 1980 in the USA. She published her poetry in anthologies such as Floricanto Si (Penguin 1998) and in numerous small press magazines. She has won a 3rd. prize in the Allen Ginsberg contest, was a finalist in The Refined Savage Bilingual Review contest and won several honorary mentions in The Paterson Literary Review. Her short stories have been published in Forum Artium and Feminaria, and her essays appeared in Diario La Prensa of New Jersey.