E. At The Zocalo (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
At the small zocalo,sipping beer and bored:sunlight was a fading scribblein the West, the heat was ascendinglike a saint, the ...
At the small zocalo,sipping beer and bored:sunlight was a fading scribblein the West, the heat was ascendinglike a saint, the ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
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