Mexican Street Children 

by Michael Lee Johnson 


Repentances, the night after: 
children of obscurity 
from dusk to dawn,
Mexican street children, 
they still have scars
inside the sounds of them. 
Empty Budweiser cans, used condoms
newspapers scattered, 
cancer sticks, ditch weed, 
seeds and buds, 
poetry and verse--
lie dormant on the antique
oak wood floor-- 
apartment above the bar,
Mexican music playing, 1:30 am
an open door.
Abandoned with their sins
and steps away with 
their lives.