MEXICO

MEXICO DIARY

early in the morning, May 25th
Sally made a ride for us
we flew from San Francisco airport to San Diego
Californian sky was high above us
we all got together to reach
we never made it

Greyhound bus took us to a town, Mexicali, on the border
the same landscape but not the road
from pavement to dirt, brick dirt
letters on the signboards look like abstract paintings
bought a knife
again?, MADE IN JAPAN
a gust of wind hits the deserted shops
dry sand dust sticks over the doors, that way years after years
only word i need to know is UNA CERVESA
at the american style supermarket
filled up a brown paperbag
good-bye to the taps with HOT WATER & COLD WATER
hello to don't-drink-tap water country
standing just between the two extremes
holding sky-blue suitcase, wearing worn-out yellow vinyle sandals

i wonder what i was pondering
when the sun's setting and is about to disappear,
confused, mixed-up thoughts, 'thought'? filled me up
was I just trying to find out any minor differences
among the second-rate passengers waiting in a long line
to be checked their bags full of clothings and food
those bare-foot Mexican families

or was I simply tense, being worried about diarrhea or thieves

compartments for the first-rate passengers and
cars for the second-rate passengers
leaving open the windows that might fall in any minutes
to get in the hot wind
so that the damp air in the cars might cool down a bit
Finally started to move

ia page from 21 years oldj


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