Locals Listen to the Mariachi Band at El Jardin in San Miguel
You see their silhouettes along the stone wall
or arm in arm below the glow of garden lights
huddled like foothills, earth you could plant maize in.
Cowboy hats and serapes, the smell of beer and
cinnamon churros. You think of family and language
how the music rolls through your hips
to the sweat behind your knees. How it rushes
through you, to a place you still don’t know.
—Lois P. Jones
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