Oh! In the countless dreams…

Of the Sonoran deserts & red rock cliffs
Enflamed through an impressionist hand,
Of señoritas & the swing-sway alboroto-
Chorizo laden street cars
Of the constants & the consecrated devotion to the
Golden behemoths-
Mary Magdalenes embedded in the cheap streets
Where the rats, the whores, & those
Grave, mysterious (my people of sadness)
Arch there emaciated
Clutching bones of the dead & flowers
Which stand on display (se vende)

Of what has been & what is to come &
How I long to know
Secrets of undying faith in God above & the close—
ness to the earth.
In labor-love & las noches de los chiles rellenos
Of the drug dealers & los vatos en las calles

The thumb, the road, the sun
The banks of El Rio Grande are wet with slighted tears.