unbathed bodies
dancing on the grey runways of the old airport,
selling their made in China goods to fellow gypsies
with yellow scarves tied to their unbathed bodies,
wearing plastic sunglasses,
blocking out the sun
that burns their brown skin.
An aging microbus displays "VW"
on its rusty nose.
Outside, unbathed bodies sell sunglasses,
their dirty children tugging at our arms,
showing us a home-less toad they've caught.
Inside, unbathed bodies cook cream of potato soup
over a low
flame.
Monday, July 18, 1994
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