I out in the sunshine with the Spanish-
speakers they take their lunch I take mine.
I’m not sure if we’re sharing the same
sun or if the motion passed and that’s been
It doesn’t matter:
is segregation enough.
their whispered homemade laughing break and then
begin sweeping the area around
No one asks me to move although
I can feel them wanting me to.
times when I could speak with them without a
reason to act as translator.
I stay seated and know I’m no better.