Far Go Well

November 26, 2017

 

It wasn't always a bank

It wasn't always beautiful

But before it was 

and after it wasn't

It was a place to stay

 

A place out of the chill of fall

Before the winter rains

across from HEB

where a rack of ribs wore a parka

As de cabasa stuck it's tongue out at me 

and dinner was what I could afford

Not what I could steal

 

In this building now a bank 

once a house

then a boarded up hell hole

filled with fear and broken glass

How did I sleep? I ask the rhetorical question

 

I dressed, went to work, and found 

someplace else for us to go

not as dry 

not as safe

Not a house or a bank 

but more mine

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