Wrecked, rusty, exhausted

Wrecked, rusty, exhausted

along desolate Hwy 332

a seldom car races by, whoosh, whoosh!

hope taps my shoulder

as one stops to offer help

“I’m fine, but thanks.”

I’m not, far from it

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Tex-Mex Nirvana

Texas cold front
it brings me to Taqueria Arandas
off 7th street, eastside ese
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