Houston in the summer

RachelMarieSmith

To the Girl with the Red Wagon

You are pulling behind you

a Latino girl with 

wiry black hair

in a rusted red wagon

and you are both laughing - 

that good, deep belly laugh

that simmers down when you take

a breath

like sloshing water

in the bottom of a can

she hands you slices of

an avocado 

and you take what isn't yours

making a covenant of 

friendship

in a world that dances to the beat

of the dollar

and as she throws her head back

to continue the gurgling sound

like the repeat barlines 

at the end of some

forgotten sheet music

I wonder if one day you will

remember her face -

the girl whose father cut 

your father's grass

for a living