tijuana gringo diary.blog 30 summer 3 moon 47 space age 19.July.2004





I N C I D E N T A L    19.7.4

the man is reading on the bus in Tijuas
his pants are dirty from work
shirt stained sweat
			but the little ragged paperback
			lies open in his hand

I remember my greatgrandmother's Ontario letters
her friend wrote she wouldn't come visit
130 years ago
			we have no girl to do the
			milking now
					the little leaky can
			sits all alone on the floor

one small step for literacy
from Canada to Mexico
one giant leap
			for a little word

as usual I dream the
			Moon
but this bus is only going
across the river
			downtown .