Tora Estep
Inspiration piece
Crossley Simmons
Response
“Fondo Blanco”
Across Broad
narrowed in the skyline
is the sidewalk we met.
A cobbled market sitting and I thought you saw my eyes.
Shut in abandoned bricks
dreaded with tourists’ pennies
I couldn’t stop.
Buttoning up lies, the street is lost and hidden in the glue dripping down your face.
Wipe high the windows
neither asked nor driven
sniffing funds to fund sniffing.
I wanted to hold your hand around the bottle
reading the textbooks afforded American,
de los Estados Unidos, and wrap into your
smog coated lungs.
No gracias, Señor/senior/senator/some lo siento/
Christo stood still
forgetting leaves
and went back.