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Broadsides: Boy On Curb, San Cristobal de las Casas



Broadsides, Boy On Curb, San Cristobal de las Casas. From Riding South. After I ran in my bright yellow Nikes I got the bike and rode around looking for pictures. When I found the dejected boy I got off the bike and let my head be in the picture.

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Boy On Curb

San Cistobal de lasCasas, 1979

Can a sorcerer go to the moon, for instance?
Of course he can, he replied. But he wouldn't be able to bring back a bag of rocks though

don Juan Matus

Some things go across.
Roads go across and stripes on sweaters
and stripes on telephone poles and telephone wires
and buildings
painted with crushed blueberries and strawberries
have lines that go across and the shadows of men
and mountain ranges and horizons go across
but some things go up.

Standing men point up and a single mountain
goes way up
and a string with a weight on the end goes up
and kites go up
and the moon.

My shadow bumps its head on the curb and I stop.

There is a boy sitting on the curb and he is sad.
He is sad because his kite is trapped on a telephone wire.
The moon is just in back of the kite.
I say "cheese" to the moon and get a picture.

The little boy doesn't give a damn if I take his picture or not.
He is busy trying to figure things out.
He is trying to decide if he is beaten or not.

I walk on down the road into one of many worlds.
You can have it any way you want in your universe
but in my world
the boy gets up.

He gets his kite down or he builds a better kite.
One day he walks down the road and out of town.

He travels to other stars and other galaxies
and he flies his kite right up to the moon and says