by Lawrence Welsh
shadows or is it Light on
the steps disappearing
under overhead fans as the
people remain on worn-out
sofas and become some
border Like a racetrack or
casino down the road with
free drinks on sunday for
the mariachi musicians and
those who Listen watch the
mountains and they too as
shadows now and then
disappear become no more
with a whisper or Last call
at midnight
From:
CUTTING THE WIRE Photographs and Poetry from the US-Mexico Border
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2018, University of New Mexico Press • Albuquerque
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