Poem: La Paz

Lozetta Doll

I walk the streets of La Paz,
The southerly city
That we grew to love.

Past  the cathedral
Where he went so often
For daily Mass.

Past the bakery where
He couldn’t resist buying
Those cream puffs for dessert.

Past the barber shop where
They always greeted him
With a wave and a smile.

Past the sidewalk kiosks
Where he bargained 
For caps and leather belts.

Past his favorite haunt,
The cinnamon roll coffee shop
He frequented too often.

He is with me still as I walk
Along the streets of La Paz,
The city of remembrance.


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