I’d passed them up already, accelerating toward another job site — always short on time. They were standing on the opposite edge of Weisner Road when we locked eyes, so I pulled over. I looked in the rear-view mirror and this lady was towing an old man along by his
Category: Poetry
About daedalus Ink
As printed in the Las Cruces Sun News on September 20, 2009. My family moved to Las Cruces when I was 5 or 6 years old. Things were difficult because we didn’t speak English, but my family worked hard to make ends meet. Life was good in those early days.
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