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.
Gregg Barrios is a playwright, poet and journalist. A 2017 Harvard Fellow and a 2018 Yale NEH Fellow, he is the author of "My Life is the Poem I Never Wrote: Selected Poetry."
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