Birthmark
cloudy moon rises
over white silver
sands El Chuco
hills smooth concrete
loom like dunes awaiting
some pachuco’s arrival
to mark in ancient script
name, neighborhood, street
magic marker popul-voh
a faded clue left to say
a 100 years from today:
Yo Soy, Yo Era, Yo Sigo. *
El Paso, Tejas.
* I am, I was, I continue to be.
Gregg Barrios is a poet, playwright and author living in San Antonio. This poem is from his latest collection, La Causa, published this month by Hansen Publishing.
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