William Vlach


Archive for the month “June, 2020”

When I was ten

I asked the bracero 

how to count in Spanish.  

Young, smooth tan skin, 

he smiled, and taught me.  

I laughed when he 

got to eight.  It’s like 

sneezing, I said,

Ocho!  Salud, 

he answered.  

Salad? I asked.

The men were cutting 

wheat, pushing it into 

the baling machine-

Five wire bales

are harder to flip

up onto the truck.

The elixir of hay 

fragrance makes me

giddy to this day.

I hope his grandchildren

are safe on this 


June 18, 2020:

Gracias for the

sneeze and awakening.

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