Two women

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two women

 

young Mexicana madre

rushing across South Van Ness

in San Francisco

 

holding onto a small child

whose small legs can barely 

keep up with her in the afternoon heat

 

three-day notice

tucked into her large black purse

a time bomb set to go off

 

rushing from office to office

pleading for someone anyone 

to help her detonate it 

 

my Italiana madre

racing down 10th street in South Philly

late mortgage payment shoved in her bag

 

dragging my sister and me

in the relentless August sun

that, like the bank, showed no mercy

 

the little money Papa made

stretched thin like dough

rolled and rolled into nothingness

 

two women separated 

by five decades

and three-thousand miles

suddenly blur into one

 

originally published in Philadelphia Poets, Volume 16, 2010

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