Nowhere Man
2013 was supposed to be
a new beginning
they would take
to the sea
they would go
to that land
the priests
had shouted about
from the top
of the temples
on Roosevelt Street
1957
a Mexican
about forty eight or so
tried to
supersede his life
a crumpled brown paper bag
lay on the cracked sidewalk
Mayans
nowhere to be found
it irked him
that his raza was nowhere too
posted by RC @ 12:24 PM
2 Comments:
Hi Reyes,
I like these recent poems. Especially like the poor mother with the poet son. Is life in the barrio not much changed. So it would seem from your descriptions. Was in an El Paso barrio recently. Felt very at home.
Good wishes, Bernadette
Thanks,Bernadette.Never lived in a big city barrio.But had a lot of friends in San Antonio back when I was growing up.
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