A poem for Sunday

— with a phrase by Roger Reeves

At the long edge of the screen door keeping most of the flies out.

At the classroom door, smooth and tight fit. At the gate of the pigpen

for the one pig in that now-abandoned village.

At one panel of the glass case with the little sandwiches sold

in the streets of Reynosa. Promise of fresh ham, avocado, and shredded........

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