[vanguardista wheelbarrow]
on the corner
a man sips his
fruit drink
talking with a woman
parked in her car.
six blocks away
after crowded market
sidewalks
another city bus
turns its corner
depending on that
boy juggling oranges
for tips.
You realize, of course, that I have no idea whether or not William Carlos Williams EVER came to Tijuana... yet I feel certain he had heard of this place. It is mythic in proportions. All the world has heard... well, much, at least....
Still, maybe I should read more of his WCW's poetry before daring to do homage, eh? Who knows, he might even mention TJ somewhere.
Tijuana Gringo | Poems |