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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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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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