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Saturday, April 24, 2010

Gypsy Rojo, El Viudo

He was widowed though no one knew
her body alive and warm tending family 
daily trips to el mercado
alone holding her hand soothing their son
in private he made the promise
down the street 
eyes of el perro negro barking 
at the door of the red bus

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