Like a tourist with some phrases in the language,
the sky is not a proper sky, too blue
for anyone. Nighttime will be cobalt
with the salt of stars. And also particular,
the sky above St. David, Arizona, 1949.
Sundown, the horizon lucid for a moment, [...]
Because they were new here, and most of them
afraid of deportation, the families didn't understand
their obligation to have names
and to know where they had lived
on April 1 five years before.
I used my Spanish badly, like a child
making drawings wit [...]