Everyday We Get More Illegal
Juan Felipe Herrera - 1948-
Yet the peach treeΒ still rises & falls with fruit & without birds eat it the sparrows fight our desert
burns with trash & drug it also breathes & sprouts vines & maguey
laws pass laws with scientific walls detention cells Β husband Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β with the son Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β the wife & the daughter who married a citizenΒ Β they stay behind broken slashed
un-powdered in the apartment to deal out the day Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β & the puzzles another law then Β another Mexican Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Indian Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β spirit exile
migrationΒ Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β sky the grass is mowed then blown by a machineΒ sidewalks are empty clean & the Red Shouldered Hawk peers downΒ β from an abandoned wooden dome Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β an empty field
it is all in-between the light every day this Β Β changes a little
yesterday homeless & w/o papersΒ Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Alberto left for Denver a Greyhound bus he said where they donβt check you
walking working under the silver darkness Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β walking Β working with our mind our life




















