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The boy is selling flour tortillas

on the city bus

note

they are

flour   not corn

we are

on the north

not in the south

frontier .


Now

we

take the corner

climb the hill

onto the

long

winding

highway street

toward

the beach .

Look over there :

O F I C I N A

is painted on the

wall

behind

that empty lot

where

stray dogs

prowl .

On the corner

of

CINCO  ESQUINAS

hot dogs

grill

BIMBO  bread

smell

into

our passing window bus .

This is the land where wienies

come wrapped in bacon

mmmm nam sssss

mostaza mayonesa nostalgia .

The bus climbs over cemetery hills .

Crowded little houses

cling to crumbling

star-wars

dreams

coming

true in

cement dust

and old TV sets

flickering

above

foundation walls

piled

rubber

tires .

Year by year the houses

get

better

here

while on the

farthest

outskirts

new shacks

rise

from

dust .

In the distance

empty river waits

for

winter

rain.






for Mesoamerica from Tijuana
September 2002





LANDSCAPE: The boy is selling flour tortillas on the bus note they are flour not corn this is the north not the south .   Now we take the corner climb the hill onto the long winding highway street toward the beach .   Look over there : OFICINA is painted on the wall behind that empty lot where stray dogs prowl .   On the corner of CINCO ESQUINAS hot dogs grill BIMBO bread smell into our passing window bus .   This is the land where wienies come wrapped in bacon mmmm nam sssss mostaza mayonesa nostalgia .   The bus climbs over cemetery hills .   Crowded little houses cling to crumbling star-wars dreams coming true in cement dust and old TV sets flickering above foundation walls piled rubber tires .   Year by year the houses get better here while on the farthest outskirts new shacks rise from dust .   In the distance empty river waits for winter rain .





Gringo     TJ Poemas

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