O N   T H E   B O R D E R   I N   T H E   S U M M E R


     on the border in the summer
               evening park
     the setting sun
               gets in your eyes
               when senoritas say
     hello

     little bells on ice cream carts
               jingle
                    tinkle
     sweet and cool
               before
     their
          men on sidewalks
          pushing
               walking
                    under trees
     past the house on the corner
               with its red tile roof
     where the old lady
               midwife
                    doesn't live there
          any more
     and the curbside
               auto body workers
     have all
               gone home

     they'll be back tomorrow
               hammering
     by the street
     & so
                    will      I    .