Tortas and sandwhiches
oh and don’t forget pico de gallo
at the Ponderosa Market
concrete and adobe,
or what seems to be like it,
painted in reds, blues, yellows
with the occasional black graffitti
boys running around like dogs
marking their territory
but that stuff under the bridge,
it’s been persecuted as graffitti
the brown hands and brown
eyes that look upon the naked
woman and laughing children
like the snake in the beak
of an eagle flying from yesterday
into today’s sun blaring in the eyes
of the commuters trailing off like
a hearse, who just pass the murals
and say “oh how distasteful”
