A NEW WORLD

A NEW WORLD : POST COLUMBUS MUSINGS
BY IYAWATA

Rosita watched quietly on her perch
Eyeing the little Americana with cunning lust
She scanned her sunburned cheeks
Watched the Nikon around her neck
Swing like a pendulum
Rosita marked her time
Winked at the shoeshine boys
Then, slithered toward the gringa
Ready to pounce.

The little Americana
Foggy from last night's wine
Took in Santa Domingo's vistas
Unaware of her stalker
Bargains,colors, blaring bachatas
A day of adventure;
She leaned forward to examine
Today's delightful products.
Rosita moved closer
Her long fingers spread open
She placed her hand
Inches away from the backpack.
Visions of her new identity
Her arrival in Neueva York
Fed her hungry hands.
She opened the zipper
The wallet
The new world
Hers
In an instant.