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we will close our eyes after leaving

the subway station, pass the people

hanging on the corner, standing on a

cinema line, looking at display windows

on Southern Boulevard with longing

on their faces, the ice cream vendor

flipping insults to the cops who took

away his spot, the thin old lady slowly

crossing the street with a grocery cart

still covered in dust, and the kids playing

on the block with games made of honest

junk. we will walk swinging a broom like

an eye stick trying not to fall on the cracked

sidewalk, listening to the breadline cries

in front of the social services department,

and mothers like loudspeakers moaning at

the Ortiz Funeral Home. when we reach

the distant corner, we will open our eyes

to join a crowd looking at the sky yelling

Spanish curses at an absent God.