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I roamed around the city by

riding her trains to places ten

year old eyes had never seen

way over on the side of town

that never heard of dividing

tracks. I roamed for years the

streets of Spanish Harlem in the

moonlight, looking for vanished

friends, traces of a dead brother,

collecting the storied dreams of

dark kids who ran, played and lived

in Spanglish where their world entirely

began. after years of climbing over

shady streets, I learned to stand quietly

on the corner to watch the dreams that

followed kids to school, grandmothers

into church and old men to tattered seats

carefully placed in front of Joey’s grocery

store. I learned the words in school books

carried around the city never coughed answers

for spics. tell me, how long until we cross

the river Jordan?