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.