6 March 2008. Milky sun, quiet voices. Blue van edge in corner of window, man with toolbox crossing street, his other arm swinging in time. Two girls in 7-eleven lot, also just a flash. Wavy dark hair, shower, scrumpled t-shirt bit just below jacket hem. In front, matronly woman with stern face, power brow, reading invisible book, mouth slightly ajar. Her hair soft but wiry. Patient black shoes, untrimmed. School person appears, pinkish backpack slumped with books, no two places the same, leaning against bus post, vans a-dangle, checking her phone...
Last night, late: Miguelito. Refuge among the Ranqueles. "Ni un cautivo ni..."
His own kind of freedom...
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