Poems by RODNEY GOMEZ

This feature is part of our print and online portfolio of writing from the immigrant farmworker community. Read more online or in Issue 26.

Barrioized Haiku

When it rains the water
raises the dead
street long enough
to let the wheels
find the divots of neglect.
That is why I walked
barefoot to your lintel:
everything built skews
away from us and toward
the gray light of wealth.