Tijuana Gringo : Poems


GATE KEEPER


Dry American hills rise
above our border.

Green & white patrol trucks
look down from dirt roads
to watch the swarming crowds.

"Our" border ?
Who do we think
"we" are, poet?

Um, er... taxi, anyone?








Tijuana Gringo

Poems



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