No shoe

Futbol streets

Before bus

Under God
Laundry on line

Roofless dwelling
Sun through west walls
Boy on bicicleta

No shirt

Wave

Smile
Old man

Crouched on

Gravel

Fence post shade
Orange glow of dying butt

Desolate eyes

Expression

Gone from being

Middle road

Millions of flies

One dead dog
Two blocks down

Woman in short

Leather skirt

High heels

Thick lipstick

Fake nails

Fake eyelashes

Walks

Up and down

Street
Little ninos
Play games

Up and down

Street

High walls

Homemade barbed wire fence
Consists of broken bottles

Mortared on wall top
Bloodstain

Paints

Once white finish
Inside walls

Nice cars

“Come here, amigo
I got what you want
What you want?
Something for the girlfriend
Marijuana?
Cuban cigar?
Come here
Look at this
You won't find better deal
Give me a price
This looks good on you
Where you going, hombre?
You come back, alright?
Remember me, Pablo
I got everything”
Two seconds later, repeat
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Federales

In shadow
Moonlight gleam
Machine-gun gleam
Helmet
Camo suit

High-laced leather boot

Snarling eyes

Doorway

Stone barricade
No windows
No sign
No doorway
Expect one

Federales stands in

Makeshift lamp

Over doorway of

Closed building
Three

Middle-aged
Drab clothes

Drab instruments
Solemn mariachi moves me

Slowly toward
Moonlit Mexican beach

Water tide
Cleans feet and soul