at the beginning of know
hair circles
warm tar-
fingerprints,
pale skin cooking.
Catch is getting browner-
says he wants to become a Mexican
to fit in. I said, better learn Spanish.
lovers intertwine
vines twistin
pink balloons
in the alley
from the quinceanera.
a child cries, "Zoom!"
jumpin dumpster to dumpster.
Whoop Whoop! sound of police,
the flashing light,
light! light! along the highway!
is that the stadium?
few stars peeking
out of violent clouds-
ch ch ch ch
train
lines
wind
straight
lind
boxcar rumble
taggd faces of
Aztec Warriors
burst from under the bridge.
the IRA
stands on the chimney.
Mafiosos in the Billard Parlor below.
we hail passing ships
with smoke signals.
cooking smells
& whistles
float up to us
past the fire escapes.
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