Thinking about Guatemala

Thinking about Guatemala


On this morning of such beauty:

clear blue sky and sun,

a dry breeze from the north.



A girl, who cannot imagine me,

rises, packs her blanket and trinkets,

slips into sandals

and walks to the market.


Soon, her sister and the baby come.

Heads touching, the girls’ hands are busy.

If a customer comes, the youngest rises.

She watches, offers this and that.


Maybe something is picked out,

or nothing at all. 

She sits back down.  The baby,

pulled close to her mother’s back,



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