The Mexicans #2




This morning, no-one was there.  
The entire park was empty.  Not an owner walking a dog. Not a parent out with an early rising
toddler. Not three guys with their fishing reels.  I would have thought that at least the fisherman
would have been there. It being 7 am. But then, there’s not actually a pond in the park, and I think
one can practice casting and reeling in a duffle bag at any hour.


There were no volleyers….Later in the day, I would complain about how much noise the guys were
making.  About how many times I had to hear “punto” punted through my window. And later in the
day, the guys were especially noisy, standing under trees and talking while they waited for the rain to
stop.  But in this moment, there was no-one in the park; I was feeling quite lonely.

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