Western Juarez- Granjas de Progreso

Plump speckled hen
clutched to my chest
carried as a child
or as some other heavy
And my husband with the rooster,
talons tied
- we made such a sight
even Tarahumara women laughed
at the unlikelyness of it all-
sunburned gringa
and brown, mestizo farmer
- there, in the desert
walking down that
hot, dusty road.

This poem is about: 
My family
My country


Annette M Velasquez

A true story... The title refers to a colonia ( shantytown) in extreme western Ciudad Juárez. And the Tarahumara are a tribe from the Mexican state of Chihuahua.

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