small joys

today i was driving home from class
when i decided to flip around and look for
a spanish language radio station to listen to
and i found a station where a woman was reading
what could, by its cadence,
only be a beautiful peice of literature
i listened and thought: this reminds me of
gabriel garcia marquez.
the rythm and the word choice were so familiar.

then, i listened more closely,
and realized--it WAS garbriel garcia marquez!
i had stumbled upon
a spanish radio reading of
"La prodigiosa tarde de Baltazar."

and all day i have been immensely proud of myself
for having been able to identify
Gabo in his native language.

and you thought this was going to be a poem, didn't you?