The Post of El Paso
By Tatiana Rodriguez
Wind, friendly music, honking cars,
Sounds that sound. The community,
Intersections are passed.
A pause --
Wait to cross, to step
Signs that read , locations stated
Fallas, Tricky Falls, Bowie Bakery, Tap,
Continue to sound. Sound.
Buildings altered in layers,
Not so friendly as they fade,
A gap in time, between places
A shift away from what can be seen. Unseen.
Out of the gaze,
It is forgotten and unknown,
A reminiscence of the past,
Getting lost in the place and the self.