Dark is strong, duty stronger
He has drywall work.
He kisses his wife,
She in a light nightgown,
Turned sideways in the
Nearly closed door,
And starts down the sidewalk,
Pail with rollers and edgers protruding,
And through the gate, and
Turns south to the bus stop.
She’s back in the house,
To sleep, tired,
Early pregnancy ….
Over the dark
Of the immigrant city,
This – the Honduran quadrant -
The Hondurans walk to bus stops,
Wait for bosses’ rides -
There! A ray of dawn striking over
The eastern multi-stories ….
