The bus driver, eyes on the road,
Reaches back and passes me a coin.
“No good!” he says.
Not good in Mexico.
I take it,
And hand him a Mexican coin.
Two rich with chunky green nopales,
One with dark white and brown mushrooms.
White cheese snakes from each –
Onto the plate,
The bus driver extends his hand,
An an old woman grabs it.
He pulls her onto the bus.
She thanks him.
Five minutes from another
High-level murder investigation in hot Matamoros,
A man bends over green plants in a rectangular garden.
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, early November 2014