By Gene Novogrodsky

The couple had driven from Laredo
Down the river
To the nursing home.
The front door was locked.
They would walk around and try the side door.
“Are you coming to see someone?”
“Yes, it’s his brother,” she says.

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Night Walk
Through Matamoros, close to midnight,
I walk …past bricks of a hundred-plus years …
And the bricks speak to me for I tell them to ….
Away from the bricks and back streets and dim lights,
I enter sharp yellow light and cars, cars for a mile, up and down one
Lit main street, cars of parents-given-to-wealthy young men [...]

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