El
Paseo
Sitting in dusks smoke
Evening cook fires dot skyline
I watch
Mesquite whiffs tantalize nostrils
Mescal burns throat, catches breath
I recall
Roasted peppers dress flat steak
Fried beans bubble and pop
I am here
Across the arroyo, quail gabble
Cardboard offers humble shelters
I shed a tear
With darkness comes nights fog
Steam rises off blanketed backs
I come alive
The cold cactus moon silhouetted
No Goya or bolero here
I remember,
Old Mexico
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