Border Town Buy


18 May

An able man spied the old trunk,
“Se vende” hung high on display.
There was hope in this collection of junk.

Though locals here wandered by drunk,
And plaza youth danced through mid-day,
An able man spied the old trunk.

Michoacán pine starter chunks
Lined tops of a cast iron stove plate.
There was hope in this collection of junk.

Near sugar molds, santos, and funk,
by frontier bronze church bells ornate,
An able man spied the old trunk.

With turquoise, its artisans sunk
rustic hacienda inlays.
There was hope in this collection of junk.

Heaved to the bed with a thunk,
The border town truck danced way,
An able man spied the old trunk.
There was hope in this collection of junk.