Ross Llewallyn

The following is a lovely prose poem written by Marti Keller, an attendee at our most recent volunteer event! Thank you so much for these eloquent thoughts.




Thought every day would be like Saturday late morning at Plaza Fiesta. Watching the little girls in red

tutus holding their father’s fingers, pulling him toward glitter shoes and round sugary pastries. Sitting

on the iron bench seeing dark haired kids in the dizzy high climbing structure, come down right now in

Spanish and English. Thinking about a Café Americana in a Styrofoam cup or holding out for a fish taco

with green salsa.


Marti Keller

August 2014

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