Beginning to a Poem--Left Unfinished.

Fiery July afternoon,
Verde blades of grass gleam sharp in the sun,
The cement appears as liquid,
And brainwashed, Christian niños chant in the background.

The muchacha hermosa moseys outside,
takes of deep breathe of fresh air,
hops on her Nevada Fuji,
and heads towards her painting studio.

Past the brainwashed niños,
down the blackened pavement,
turns a sharp esquina,
she comes to a complete halt and parks her Fuji.