LatinosUSA

You stand on the curb in a neighborhood

of tenements and warehouses and trucks

full of produce for cross-country markets.

You don’t know for a fact but you think

the young people who live here would

say it’s a food desert. What do you know?

You’re here on business having nothing

to do with groceries. A woman behind you

cries out and you look and can’t see what

it’s about. She crosses the street and turns

into an alley. You could follow –there’s

time before your train leaves. You stand

on the curb, watching traffic. You blink at

sirens. It’s all the same in this city of

industry –and the next –past trestles with

graffiti and vines on walls with graffiti

and vines and graffiti on walls and vines

on trestles and on it goes through a tunnel

with vines and graffiti on the entrance.