Warm Ash Wednesday
Mexicans mill about like chickens on Bergenline Ave
Warm sun mounts the New York City skyline to the East
Walking slowly upon the narrow sidewalk
Without the mark above my nose
Tiny little Mexican kid screams with Joy
Mother with black hair places hand atop the head of a child with same hair and directs his gaze to a cheap poster of the virgin Mary holding the Christ child– some sort of Christmas decoration not taken down.
Child just stares
Mother, feeling warm rubs his little back
Everywhere, there are black X’s on brown foreheads– none of them really fasting– all except the tiny little child who must wonder– what the hell is that?