a kid's favorite tio (uncle)
it's a long walk
to yankee stadium
walking down 161st where his favorite tio lived
he still drinks his pina colada
and a patelito filled with chopped up chicken
in the inside
he still enjoys the company
of a woman
though he is been a grandfather repeatedly
but the occasional drink
and the occasional woman
did not affect his medicine
in which made him stronger
that came from home remedy
his gift in his sense of smell is impeccable
he can smell if the person is good
he can smell if the person is bad
he can smell if the person hasn't washed in weeks
he can smell death when it happens to someone
even more so
if death is creeping up around the corner
he is blind and despite the fact he cannot see
like a blind swordsman, he looks at people
through the eyes of true seeing in his soul
his vision will not be deceived
even though it is 90 degree hot summer weather
walking down 161st st feels like eternity
but it is always worth the walk
and he is always mindfully conscious
to bring him a bottle of pina colada
and chicken pastelito
as an offering to his favorite uncle
who continues to live life in all glory
in his own terms
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