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José Armando

It’s 75 degrees

at the Metrorail station

in Hialeah,

where girls wait

to be whisked away

in shorts, tank tops

& sandals,

in the South Florida breeze

that rustles their hair.

Others stand

in leather boots & winter

coats—furry

& smooth & clean.

At the mom-&-pop

pancake place,

they will order

in Spanish, Creole,

& Jamaican patois. They

will want French

baguettes, cortaditos

& café-crème.

In the afternoon,

the sky will darken

& someone

with an umbrella

will suggest

a trip to El Rinconcito

on 56th Street.

Paloma,

by the time

I head home,

through the corridors

between the botanica

& the Catholic

store, it will be hot

again—because

Hialeah is very

temperamental.

A bit like you.