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Los Angeles Times
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Matt Hamilton

After San Bernardino massacre, U.S. poet laureate writes in hope

Dec. 25--At first, the San Bernardino massacre left the nation's poet laureate at a loss for words.

"I wanted to respond," said Juan Felipe Herrera.

After all, he knows the region intimately.

Before retiring this year, Herrera lived in Redlands and worked at UC Riverside. His brother-in-law works just blocks from the site of the Dec. 2 attack.

Still, he said, "Bullets are flying all over the place and they killed 14 people. To write about that was hard."

Eventually, the 66-year-old poet found a way in through a man who guided so many out.

In a video that was widely shared online, San Bernardino sheriff's Det. Jorge Lozano was seen escorting frightened people from the building, assuring them, "I'll take a bullet before you do, that's for damn sure."

"I saw him as a brave human being," Herrera said Thursday evening via telephone from his Fresno home. "He represented hope."

From Lozano's words sprang Herrera's verse, which he posted this week on his Facebook page.

Herrera was in the middle of wrapping Christmas presents for his grandchildren. He said the poem was a gift, too: to Inlandia, to the Inland Empire, to all the first responders like Det. Lozano and all the victims of the shooting.

It fulfills what he sees as his duty as poet laureate. The poem, he noted, takes only 35 mindful seconds to read.

"Those are 35 seconds that I want to happen, as opposed to 35 seconds of anger or revenge or apathy," Herrera said.

I'll Take a Bullet for You

...as Detective Lozano led them to safety. Inland Regional Center --

following the mass shooting in San Bernardino and all the kind

responders at the scene and beyond.

I'll take a bullet for you

Detective Jorge Lozano said

from the chasm of sprinklers spilling and leaving

he walked the living wounded

he did not utter words it was his heart that moved

the innocent followed

in the shattered corners we heard you even though

we were lost in the complex tears of the digital screen

Hope -- we had not heard the word how could there be such

an odd weaving breathing thing bitten we thought -- after Paris

razors and hard waters were rising I'll take a bullet you said

we said that too listening to you

esperanza hope we whispered picking up our children

after school shuffling dim at a tree farm

we bow as we plant this greenness in the center

of our brown house

it seems to

touch the sky

-- Juan Felipe Herrera

Poet Laureate of the United States, 12-23-15

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