Ranchera

Across pink and white

squares of concrete

into the night

illuminated by

plastic

patio lights

from wooden back porch

to little white shed

they danced

Rancheras, Mariachi,

Polkas

And plenty of

aunts and uncles and

cousins

cousins

cousins

all

laughing, drinking beer and

we ran around them and through them

we let slam

the porch door

we grabbed

watermelon

and barbeque off the

the kitchen table

we are the children

surrounded by

music and family

and dancing

in the back yard with music

Mexican music.

Pink and white

squares of concrete

that seem so much smaller now

and so empty.

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