San Pascual
Art Heifetz
you started as a humble shepherd
fed the poor and soon became
the patron saint of cooks and kitchens
but absent-minded as I am
I know you best
as the finder of lost things
IŽll do a little dance for you
I swear I will
if you bring back
my misplaced keys
the cat who ran off
without touching her food
the heart Mariana stole at seventeen
the boy in the tilted cowboy hat
shooting cap guns from his
tin and cardboard fort
in the empty lot across from school
look at my feet
they are already moving
IŽll turn and turn again for you
if you help me to recover
everything IŽve lost
