breaking

2 mexican
men
breaking
for lunch
from the
car wash
next door.

they carry
tall
sweaty
ice cold
beers
in 97
degree heat.

their smiles
are the smiles
of an
american’s
first time
in paris
or children
on christmas
morning.

for 1 hr.
they will
laugh
in the Face
of
an America
that has
us all
by
the balls.

they will
laugh
at whoever
promised
their
independence
upon arrival.

they will
laugh
at the
lost art
of a
mid-afternoon
buzz
in the
Face of
the Man.

they will
laugh
b/c
it’s all
you
can do
when you
realize
the irony
of it
all.

they are
not
breaking
for lunch
so much
as they
are breaking
for Freedom.