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Orange walls, wasted arms
Posters in Spanish
Smoke in quivering shreds from cigarette butts
Coats sinking into ribs and bony eyes
Thin sweet echoes of baby rattles.
Long-nailed nurses in ponytails call out in bored voices
Another one goes down the line
Another one closes the door
Another check clutched in a freckled fist
Another car crushing the rainy road turning to snow.
Nigerians in headscarves, Bulgarians in resale leggings
Ragged T-shirts and stained sagging jeans
Fading smoke flowers on orange welfare walls
Donated, not for resale.
Alice’s walkout husband left her a note on the table.
Angel’s daughter’s got a cough and a runny nose.
Juanito’s father Manulito hears voices.
Air conditioners are warm like the refrigerator
Running down dreams
Tin-can voices, hand sanitizer
Babies learn to sit up and roll over
Cross-eyed faces round as mangos
All God’s children in plastic chairs
Beige and green like old guacamole.
How long must they wander?
Maybe they’ll run
Maybe they’ll go
Where a madman lives on a distant hill
And tries to touch the sun
Hoping as hard and fast
as tomorrow can come.
Maybe they’ll run
Maybe they’ll go.