Mi Pañoleta
Noel Nicola
My Bandana
My freshly washed bandana
floats in the wind like a seagull:
it spreads its wings.
My bandana lifts its blue:
it opens in a flight that crosses the morning sky.
My bandana, the most precious,
as if it were our flag:
very proud.
My bandana, the most beautiful,
as if it were our flag:
very proud.
