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The bricklayer

Hunched over

Under hot Florida sun

Working twelve hour days

Moving ton after ton

Six years ago

Came from El Salvador

Across American Mexican border

Stashes every extra quarter

Like a hoarder

Dreams of going back to wife and two kids

Yet every day

Becomes older and older

154

Had a moment that day

Decided

 To throw it all away

Purchased

 One way ticket

Going

 South of the border

Now

 Live as a loner

Spending days

 Fishing

Drinking ice cold Coronas

Belly full of polo, ensalada, rice, beans

And

An occasional Senorita Bonita

Dressed in tight fitting jeans

153

I never laugh at others misery

However

This time it is worthy

Smaller and smaller

The number of places for the corrupt to hide

Stashing the cash

In safe locations

Is like sticking a finger in a beehive

The barristers who wash the money

Do not have complete control anymore

Setting up shell companies is the game

No one knows in whose name

For decades the scheme worked

The data kept in nice little paper books

Today information online

Compromised security

Could put all involved

 In a very bad bind

Maybe time to go back to old school

Buy Private Island

And

Bury currency, diamonds, gold coins

Under the mansion’s swimming pool

152

The trader

Always glued to his computer screens

Charts, data, news feeds

Today on top

Next day may bleed

Wears the best threads

Custom made Italian suits

Silk ties

Aim for luxury penthouse

That reaches towards the sky

Weekends hit casino

Roll some dice

A couple lines of blow

To maintain high

Ego becomes oversized

Contact dominatrix

Expert at making grown men cry

Deep down

Not the money

That nukes the veins

It is being in the game

142

You’re irritated

I know that you are

May I offer you a chocolate bar?

Yes

Life is unfair

However

There is no need to despair

Bad luck comes and goes

At least you have beautiful toes

You say I’m a clown

Who only plays around

Come over here

 Take my hand

I’m going to set you free

and

Whisk us off to a secretive magical land

128

Hot night in Bahia

It was obvious she was hurt like me

Well into our bottle of Argentinean wine

Ana moved forward in her chair

Pulled back her hair

Looked directly into my eyes

Started to cry

Without saying another word

She took my hand

Led me over to the beach sand

and

Made this man feel young again.