Glass Walls


An old Mexican man,
Straw hat with a feather,
And a weather beaten face.
Did he grow up picking fruit
In Santa Clara orchards?
Before silicon over-grew them?
So now he landscapes Condos
Where the successful live,
Who can afford the luxury
Of 50 sq. feet of balcony.
And a microwave
But no oven
And its hard to tell
Your neighbor's phone from your own
And the traffic blocks the entrance at 5:00.

Like two inch salmon in a ten gallon tank.
With twin airators and a heater and designer gravel.
They chase the other fish,
And at night, they hit the wall.


By Suli Marr