LUISA
Colorado, 1870
I was born here, as were my parents,
and their parents, on and on for centuries.
Some of my ancestors were mexicanos,
others Cheyenne and Ute.
Now, suddenly, a man named Fred Walsen moves
into our little town, builds a brick house, and starts
to complain, saying no one in the town of Los Leones
should think of this place as anything other
than Walsenburg.
So we call him el Fred.
Doesn’t he realize that English
is the newcomer
in our Spanish-speaking
tierra/land?