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When the rains came

An old man sold umbrellas under the canopy in front of the bank

Nearest the walkway that crossed Avenida España.

 

 

The other side El Rey, the 24 hour groceria

Those needful of beer or cigarettes visited at 1 am,

Passing by the car  pumping a Cumbia Or the latest by Shakira,

Teens and twenty-somethings gathering on the corner, as they were wont to do.

 

Chatting in line, Americans discovering neighbors

They had never seen or spoken to.  Punching buttons for the next party,

Not that they would call later, sobriety the leading cause of regret.

A man repaid $20. though I had despaired of seeing him or the twenty again.

 

Passing hookers on the side street where I rented a room

Overlooking the bust of Einstein where police stopped cars

Checking licenses, hoping to put the bite on the unprepared.

A movie on my laptop, mixing rum with Coke, sitting on the corner of my bed.

 

When the rains came an old man sold umbrellas under the canopy in front of the bank.

 

 

 

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