Grenzen – Pat Mora

Fences Mouths full of laughter,the turistas come to the tall hotelwith suitcases full of dollars. Every morning my brother makesthe cool beach new for them.With a wooden board he smoothsaway all footprints. I peek through the cactus fenceand watch the women rub oilsweeter than honey into their arms and legswhile their children jump wavesor sipMeer