Cancer has killed
the tobacco field,
but the pine seedlings
are fresh green lungs,
creeping west
from the wild coast,
as high as my head.
Where the house stood,
a black bear eats black beans
from two trash cans.
In the single-wide,
a legal, employed
Salvadoran
drinks, staring
at old Telemundo.
Tomorrow is Monday,
English time.
More dollars to send home.
(Chariton Review V.42: No. 1/2 (2019/2020))
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