On the outskirts of Cabo San Lucas,
a bare yard fenced with branches and barbwire,
guards a souped-up yellow race car, a mustang.
Someone's prized possession, an anomaly in the desert.
guards a souped-up yellow race car, a mustang.
Someone's prized possession, an anomaly in the desert.
An attempt at beauty, three newly planted fan palms,
raggedly applaud the wind. Chickens patrol the yard.
raggedly applaud the wind. Chickens patrol the yard.
A cinderblock home, barely large enough
to hold the car, how many people live inside?
Not like the nightmare houses on the outskirts
of Tijuana, made of cardboard, plastic and paper
of Tijuana, made of cardboard, plastic and paper
amid piles of concrete rubble and rebar.
December 1, 1985
rev. 11/17/15
Baja, Mexico
I tell John
rev. 11/17/15
Baja, Mexico
I tell John
I want to live in a house
made of woven sticks
open to the wind and sky.
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