Everyday Hustle

big city, fast cars, neon lights, big name stars, dime bags, drugs, dark streets, "New York Times, " "AJC," mystery, dank air, cold breeze, NorthFace downfeather, skullies, ------small town, pick up trucks, no fame yet recognized, cobble stone, sweet bread, refrescos, "mantucas", "La Prensa," "El Tiempo," fresh cut piña, mangoes, "churros," "tamilitos," "dulces."

man, boys on the street, rubbing hands together to avoid frostbite, huddled on street corner, observant, shiverering, maintaining waiting waiting waiting waiting for next sale-------little old woman, 5 feet tall, basket large, full and overflowing, squash, tomatoes, onions, potatoes, heavy dead weight, 25 pounds, haunting grace, balancing as if floating above her, "van a querer pan," "van a querer piña," "van a querer pan," "van a querer piña" mechanically, a robot, back to back hoping waiting waiting waiting waiting for next sale.

little boys barefoot aimless hopeless "deme un lempira" "deme un lempira" chanting "deme un lempira" singing his sad song, so lifeleess yet full of spirit-so much force brilliance from his small frame, draws you in with his eyes, his heart, his mind, wondering "how...when...why?"

empathetic---disensitized

intertwining ----parallel

hotdog stands----tin roofs suported by branches

dime bag---una bolsa de 5

stack---pisto

we are born, we breath, we breed, we create, we generate, we breed, we live, we laugh, we cry, we mourn, we are reborn, we hope, we love, we hope to love, we die

life remains.....

From those streets------to these streets

From your world----------------to mine

Every day hustle, Everyday grind.