Si Se Puede*
(For my Uncle and Father)
We heard stories of men grasping axles to ride
under trains, “coyotes” who stuffed men into trucks,
locked the doors into an airless ovens, bodies found near the river.
They came, on foot, twelve to a pickup, square, brown Indios
whose lightening hands moved across fields like blizzards,
clearing orchards and fields for a few coins a bushel.
Evenings, the ranchers would come. Truck… Continue